Fatclubinc's BWW: Sabrina vs Carla (Patreon)

A fanfic piece based on FatClubInc, an artist I’ve been following for a long while now. Hard to go wrong with big girls wrestling, but I’m especially interested whenever it’s a big gal vs a skinny/normal one. ESPECIALLY when it’s actually a close match despite the size difference. So I went for that: two of my favorite designs of theirs in a big vs little wrestling match where both keep each other guessing at every turn.

As for links and references…

You can find FCI’s stuff at https://www.patreon.com/fatclubinc or https://www.deviantart.com/fatclubinc. Got their blessing to use the characters, of course.

Specifically, Sabrina ( https://www.deviantart.com/fatclubinc/art/Sabrina-627897494 ) and Carla ( https://www.deviantart.com/fatclubinc/art/Carla-s-alternate-outfit-595713463).

I switched out Carla’s outfit from most of the pics just to help keep a difference between them in the ring so they’re not both wearing black. Writing it was mostly making a list of moves I wanted to use (or physically could be used at their size) and then sorting them out into an order for the match. The easy part is making a big girl crush a skinny one. Making it back and forth is the tricky and fun part! I could definitely see revisiting stories like these, especially if folks are interested in more.

The BWW wrestling league was famously home to some of the biggest fighters in the world. It was easy for some fans to overlook the shorter girls that were literally in the other wrestlers’ shadows.

It was why it came as a surprise to some when Carla and Sabrina were paired up for their next match. Carla was a bit taller than her opponent, but the fact that she was fat enough to have nearly 300 pounds on the skinny rookie. The casual fans were looking forward to a one-sided squash (in every sense of the term), but those that knew Sabrina’s reputation weren’t so sure. The promo interviews left them with even more to consider.

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A short, smartly dressed brunette stood with her backstage. Sabrina was dressed in her usual attire;  a skintight black one piece with matching boots and fingerless gloves. Purple-blue elbow and knee pads marked her joints. It all complimented the black hair down to her middle back with the long purple streaks in the front for a fun but punky look. Her full lips seemed to be stuck in a permanent look of just being happy to be there (or anywhere), and she was constantly shifting as she hopped from one foot to the other.

“Cassie Williams here, and I’m backstage with Sabrina, the bold up and comer, to catch a few questions before tonight’s match!”

“Heyoooo! What up, mother fuckaaaas!?” the perky lightweight blurted happily. She threw up the horns and beamed from ear to ear.

“Sabrina, your fans want to know: how are you feeling about tonight’s match?”

“Oh man! I’m hyped as hell! Always feels good to get back in the ring to kick some enormous booty!”

“That’s the real question. Aren’t you concerned about Carla’s size? She’s got more than a foot, years of experience, and almost 300 pounds on you! You can’t tell me that you’re not nervous about getting into the ring with that kind of woman.”

“Pfff! Nah! All I’m hearing is she’s old, slow, and a huuuuge target! I’ve thrown down with plenty of heavyweights and I’ve ALWAYS kept them guessing. Come out on top a lot, too! Besides, I’ve been bulking up a little myself. I had extra pancakes this morning!”

“I’m… not sure that’ll make much of a difference. Best of luck anyway. Did you have any strategy for this match?”

“Gotta go faaaast! Haha!”

“Oookay. Over to you, Benny.”

Sabrina stuck out her tongue playfully for the camera in another show of her unshakable optimism.

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Benny Swanson was covering things on the other end of the arena. He had Carla with him, the huge and scowling woman striking an intimidatingly round figure. She had straight blonde hair down past her shoulders and stood around seven feet tall. Even at her impressive height, her girth was even moreso. Her suntanned, thick breasts and thighs were as alluring as her cunning smile, but her gut was easily the biggest thing on her. The spherical belly wobbled with every move, even with the belt wrapped around its immense softness. She wore fur-covered, knee-high boots and was sporting a skintight gold leotard for tonight’s match. She had a robe draped over her shoulders as she showed little interest in the interview.

“Thanks, Cass. Carla, what are your thoughts about your opponent?”

The blubbery blonde just scoffed. She shifted her weight to one boot, bracing her fists against her sides and slightly squishing her gut out even more.

“That toothpick lunatic? She’ll be lucky if she doesn’t get lost in all these curves long enough for them to count her out. I can’t say I’m worried about one of the youngest and lightest wrestlers the league has to throw at me. Frankly, it’s a clear sign of poor management. They should giving me title shots rather than wasting my time with wannabe goth shrimp like her.”

“You definitely seem to have the edge on her, especially when it comes to size. But Sabrina’s had an incredible record for a rookie, and you’ve were famous as a wrestling trainer while being relatively new to actual matches. Plus, there have been some complaints about the… legitimacy of some of your wins in the ring.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re implying! You’d never catch me cheating just to win a match against that upstart pipsqueak.”

“Catch you’ cheating?’ That’s an odd way to phrase it…”

“Got a problem with that, little man?”

“A-absolutely not, ma’am! Thank you for your time!”

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Both ladies were soon gathered together in the ring. Carla had entered with a stiff (if jiggly) dignity that could easily come off as aloof, but Sabrina came out making the most of her boundless energy. She slapped every hand she could reach and even stopped to squeeze a fangirl waving around a “Hug me, Sabrina” sign. Her hyped smile still didn’t leave her face as the towering heavyweight gave her a sour glare.

The bell rang and Sabrina was off like a shot. She went circling quickly, sprinting around Carla’s bulkier figure. The blonde’s eyes went wide as her head snapped, trying to turn and keep up with the quicker wrestler. Carla swung a hefty backhand at Sabrina like the pest she saw her as, but she ducked right under it. The teen wrestler used the opening to get in past her reach and throw all her momentum into a full power punch. Carla huffed wetly as the fist buried itself up to the elbow in her blubbery belly, the softness molding around it before bouncing back out into place. Carla was big enough to cast a shadow over the smaller girl, but she was almost eye to eye with her bending over.

“Too slow, tons of fun!” Sabrina goaded as she sprang back a few paces.

Carla grimaced from the painful counter, but she was a veteran of the ring. She wasn’t about to go down from a single hit. She grabbed at Sabrina, who ducked and dodged around her irate attempts to grapple her. Even the cocky little lady knew better than to let her get a grip on her.

“Would you sit! Fucking! STILL!”

Carla feinted a grab for Sabrina’s body but shifted her grip to grab her by the hair. A hard yank of her dark locks cut off the peppy wrestler’s retreat, making her head jerk back and the almost unshakable smile finally faltering. She let out a startled squeal as Carla dragged her back until the back of her head bumped against her airbag-like tits. Carla swung a chunky arm around her neck, squeezing tightly around her neck. Sabrina gagged and pulled at the thick limb, clawing at the wobbling arm fat.

“No more smart talk, huh? I was starting to think the only thing big about you was your mouth.”

Carla squeezed tighter, pulling her arm up hard enough that Sabrina was lifted completely off her boots. The brunette kicked and squirmed as she pulled at the flabby arm, but the massive woman’s expert grip was immovable.

The lightweight punk hadn’t made it this far without being able to work around that. She gripped the unbudging arm and rather than trying to pull out, she used her solid arm to swing on her like a blubbery piece of gym equipment. The baffled Carla couldn’t stop her from staying in her grasp while whipping herself completely around, wrapping her lean and powerful legs around Carla’s neck. The big blonde gagged at the sudden headscissor, loosening her grip enough for Sabrina to break free and leave herself hanging off Carla’s neck like a goth GF-themed necktie.

“WOO! Look, ma! No hands!” Sabrina giggled madly as she let her long hair dangle with its tips brushing the ring.

Carla choked between the tight calves before she got a solid grip on them, slowly pulling them apart. She snarled and tried to hurl Sabrina towards the mats, but the nimble girl caught herself on her hands and went into a quick backflip to reclaim her footing. She landed nearly back on her boots and swung her arms up in a showy pose that made the audience break into fresh cheers. Carla glared daggers at her, clearly nowhere near as amused by her moves as the fans had been.

Sabrina turned around from her acrobatic landing to find that Carla was already charging at her like a riled elephant. Her thundering footsteps started too suddenly for even the purple-striped wrestler to get out of the way. Her massive arm slammed into Sabrina’s neck and chin, sending her flat on her back with the heavy clothesline.

Carla looked committed to making this match into the one-sided beatdown she had promised as she rained down heavy stomps to Sabrina’s back. The skinny speedster flopped with each hit, bouncing slightly every time the huge hard boot crushed her into the mats. Carla sneered down at the recently cocky brunette.

“Stay down, runt!” Carla advised as she circled her like a hungry but well-fed predator.

The brunette got up to her elbows before Carla grabbed her by a handful of hair. Sabrina let out a startled squeal as Carla hauled her up and hurled her aggressively into the nearby ringpost. Sabrina landed roughly, her head spinning too dizzily to do anything about it as Carla stomped in front of her. The vicious blonde threw up her fists to the crowd as she turned away from her opponent, giving a few saucy, wobbling shakes of her wide hips before shoving her enormous ass into Sabrina’s face.

The purple-streaked lightweight thrashed around wildly in the stinkface, but her shouts were muffled by the beanbag chair-sized butt cheeks. Carla ground her into the corner like she was trying to crush Sabrina’s skull into a powder against the turnbuckle. She rubbed it in for a few seconds, smirking at the crowd and pulling on the ropes to really dig Sabrina up her ass before she finally relented. The smaller woman grabbed at her throat and coughed dramatically, whether it was from the lack of air or her opponent’s smell.

“Smell that, twerp? That’s what a winner smells like!” Carla gloated.

She gave her chunky buns a mocking smack before going back after Sabrina. Carla grabbed the already gagging girl by the throat and forced her up to her feet. Then completely off the mats as she squeezed even tighter, clearly out to send a message to the smaller challenger. She had no trouble at all flinging Sabrina across the ring and barreling after her for a crushing clothesline.

What she didn’t expect was the tenacity of the hyper little lady. Sabrina’s drunken stagger suddenly shifted into a focused sprint. She bolted for the ropes and rather than rebounding off like a ragdoll, she leapt and landed with her boots braced on the top ropes. Carla was already barging after her and that much jiggling mass was too difficult to stop at this point. Sabrina sprang off the rope and slammed a flying dropkick into Carla’s incoming face. Her soft cheeks molded with the shape of her boots before she went crashing to the mats, shaking the entire ring under her collapsing bulk.

The crowd eagerly backed Sabrina’s comeback. The perky goth ran a few tight circles like a hyperactive victory lap before she leapt into an elbow drop onto Carla’s head. The big blonde bucked and bounced as the impact rippled through her. Ambitions as she was, Sabrina was at least smart enough to work around her pudgy padding when she could rather than go through it. She grabbed one of Carla’s arms and dragged her groggy form up to a sitting position with another audible grunt.

“Oof! Like I’m waitin’ for your big butt to get up on your own,” Sabrina teased.

She yanked Carla’s arm up over her head and looped her own in a rear naked choke. The big blonde gagged as her air was cut off, making her kick and stomp at the mats. Carla snapped out of her stupor in a hurry, starting to thrash against Sabrina’s chokehold. The slender girl was tossed around but she persistently held on tight.

“That all ya got?! I’ll have you know I got the record on my hometown bar’s mechanical bull! Funny story, really…”

“Get… off!” Carla managed to choke out angrily.

“I don’t get off that quickly! At least tell me I’m pretty first!” Sabrina laughed.

Carla managed to stagger up to her knees and then her feet, but even then Sabrina wouldn’t let go. The chunky ring veteran couldn’t dislodge the lightweight’s surprisingly tight grip, but she knew her way around the ring perfectly. Her seemingly aimless staggering let her position herself facing away from one of the ringposts right before she hurled herself backward. It should have flattened her between Carla and the pole like she was between a rock and a very soft place, but Sabrina planted her hands on the blonde’s shoulders. She leapfrogged over her, letting Carla crash into the padded pole instead. Her eyes bulged and her jaw dropped as she clutched her suddenly aching back.

Sabrina had just touched down in front of her before she leapt airborne again. She went into an acrobatic flip, looping her legs around Carla’s neck and swinging into a hurricanrana. Carla was whirled around by the momentum more than the featherweight’s actual power, stumbling in a quick circle before she crashed to the mats in another heap of hugely jiggling curves.

Sabrina gave a quick showboating circle around the blonde behemoth before she hopped up and sat down hard on her tits. Carla grunted as she was mashed back down on her back. Sabrina planted her knees on Carla’s shoulders and waved to the crowd. She got a solid 2-count pin before the bigger girl bucked up blindly, barely knocking the lightweight off in time. Sabrina took it in stride, hopping back up and pulling Carla by the hair to hurry her up as well for her next speedy combo.

But Carla wasn’t having it! She was up to her knees when she cleared her head enough to swing a huge forearm up between Sabrina’s legs. The heavyweight’s low blow hit like a sledgehammer, lifting the perky rookie completely off her feet from the force. Her eyes went wide and her lips pursed into an agonized grimace.

“Time to pay your dues, rookie,” Carla growled as she pulled her arm back from her pussy.

The ref gave some ineffective warnings over the cheap shot but Carla literally pushed her aside. She lifted the gawking smallfry and lifted her completely over her head in a show of her raw strength. Sabrina could barely find the strength to squirm as her pussy throbbed in pain. She showed off the winded newby like a trophy for a moment before the booing crowd.

“Let’s see if this doesn’t slow you down a bit,” Carla growled menacingly before swinging her opponent back down.

She dropped Sabrina in a backbreaker across her knee. Even her flexible young figure arched in pain as she landed across Carla’s extended leg just to bounce right off it. She winced and writhed on the mats, trying to move despite all the pain. She tried to crawl for the ropes to help get herself up but Carla grabbed her by the front of her leotard. She lifted the shorter girl up to get face to face with Sabrina’s rare unsmiling face. The stretching spandex left Sabrina dangling, half of her tits falling out of the tight fabric.

“Poor little thing. You should have stayed at home. This league is for big girls,” she hissed bitterly, brushing her hair back with a mockingly regal gesture.

Sabrina was still wincing in pain but the stubborn little firecracker still slammed her captor between the eyes with a headbutt. The blubbery blonde grunted and clutched her face as she staggered from the surprising blow, dropping the dyed girl back to the mats. She landed unsteadily on her feet but bolstered herself quickly.

“If you mean big fat balloons like you, I’m happy to be the one to pop ya!” Sabrina boasted right back, getting a huge burst of cheers from the fans.

She darted back a few steps and hurled herself back at Carla, but the big ring vet wasn’t so experienced for nothing. She lunged back and intercepted her with a high kick of her own. The thick leg didn’t have to reach that high to catch the incoming lightweight right in the face, dropping her back down to the mats. Sabrina was left seeing stars until the shining spotlights overhead were blocked out. She dizzily wondered who had put the lights out when she recognized that Carla was looming over her and leapt up, bringing her colossal body down in an equally massive body splash.

Her huge breasts and belly alone were enough to completely bury Sabrina in her fat. The whole ring shook as Carla smirked smugly for the camera as only the very edges of Sabrina’s boots and hands were left visible. The rest was buried in the all-consuming warmth and sweat of her jiggling folds. Sabrina barely even twitched beneath her crushing weight as Carla rose back up to her knees. Sabrina was wedged deep into her round belly, still stuck to it cartoonishly as she stood up until she was peeled off and fell off after a second.

“This is why you skinny bitches need to remember to stay on the bottom where you belong,” Carla snapped.

She unceremoniously flipped Sabrina onto her front before she climbed onto her back. She planted her wide, round ass with an authoritative sense of finality that showed she was ready to end this fight here and now. Sabrina was already grimacing and struggling under her crushing butt, but Carla wrapped her thick fingers under the peppy punk’s chin and yanked up in a camel clutch. Bending her neck while her back was still stuck underneath her got Sabrina to let out a shrill scream of pain. That only encouraged Carla to pull harder while pushing her ass down heavier.

“Come on, you tiny little poser! Tap!” Carla shouted at her over the captive wrestler’s cries.

“This is why your pathetic little princess ass doesn’t get in the ring with a queen!”

Sabrina kept on struggling, flailing and clawing at the mats. She was making slow and steady progress, using Carla’s squishy ass to start wriggling out. The blonde picked up on her attempts and decided to nip that in the bud. She shifted one of her hands up from Sabrina’s chin to grab her face and squeeze her cheeks. Sabrina’s struggling shouts warped as she was mashed into a fishface. Carla curled her other hand into a claw and gouged it into Sabrina’s mouth, hooking and digging into her with a mandible claw. Sabrina’s boots kicked frantically against the mats as the ref tried to check the hold and Carla waved her away dismissively.

“There’s nothing to check. She’s just being a crybaby. Just be ready when she taps o-OW!”

Sabrina clamped her mouth down on the fingers that Carla had been bold enough to stick into her mouth in the first place. She recoiled as quickly as she could, but Sabrina was quick to grab any opening she could right now. She caught one of Carla’s probing fingers and gave it a precise twist, sending jolts of pain up the thick arm. Carla let out a startled shout and Sabrina leaned into it, forcing the bigger woman to stumble off her from the leverage being put on her wrist. Sabrina staggered back up and kept the pressure on her wrenching arm bar. The crowd got fired up behind her at the almost comical sight of the huge woman being led around by a couple twisted fingers.

Carla broke out again as she swung her hips, smacking her big pillowy ass into Sabrina’s stomach. The brunette went tumbling down but she rolled off to one side. Carla whipped around, rubbing her wrist and trying to spot her… but Sabrina had vanished. She looked all over furiously, but she looked like she was nowhere in the ring.

The audience finally burst out laughing at her. Carla blushed furiously as Sabrina kept stooping low enough to hide completely under Carla’s protruding gut. She flashed the crowd a weary but impish grin, giving them a showy shushing gesture before she suddenly hopped out of her rotund hiding spot. She sprang up like a cricket and uppercutted Carla in the jaw hard enough that she nearly fell over backward. It took all the chunky woman’s endurance and awkward balance to drop to her knees instead, which Sabrina was glad to work with. Carla’s head spun from the uppercut, eyes rolling around in the sockets.

“Not looking so hot for all this ‘big girl’ BS. You heard that saying about ‘the bigger they are,’ haven’t ya?”

Sabrina held her by the shoulders and spiked a knee up into the big blonde’s tit. The massive melon bounced and reshaped from the penetrating blow, just for Sabrina to take a half-step back and deliver another to her other breast. She slammed it repeatedly, drawing loud, blurting shouts out of Carla until one huge, rising knee hit her breast hard enough for it to pop out of its spandex. The wobbling boob spilled out fast enough to smack its owner in the face, knocking Carla silly with her own tits.

“Easy now! You’re gonna put an eye out with those things if you catch a nipple like that!” Sabrina teased playfully.

Carla had toppled over, looking like a golden beached whale from certain angles. Her thick legs were splayed out, spread eagle as she finally started to stir again. She rolled herself over and started to crawl for one of the corners. She flailed at the ropes in a desperate wave, giving her emergency signal. She was determined not to lose to the mouthy little runt, even if that meant bending some of the rules.

Right on cue, Tony came rushing towards the ring. He wasn’t as big as Carla herself, but the overfed heavyweight was still huge. It was only natural as one of Carla’s male proteges she’d personally trained. He only had to linger near the ring for the ref to catch on. She hurried over and gave him a stern talking to, pointing to order him backstage. Tony didn’t have to linger for long, distracting her just long enough before he started backing off like he was told.

Sabrina remained oblivious to the mayhem as she went after Carla. She caught one of her boots and made her fall flat from reaching the ropes, flopping down on her face and tits on the mats. Carla still reached her real goal: just outside the ring, she had stashed a water bottle on the floor nearby. She just managed to snatch it up, taking a quick swig before she turned back and spat it into the unsuspecting rookie’s eyes.

Sabrina recoiled, rubbing her eyes and smudging some of her makeup. Carla leaned onto her side and threw a precise kick into the side of Sabrina’s knee, making it buckle from the heavy blow and bringing her crashing to the mats. Carla leaned on the ropes, making them nearly sag to the mats from her weight being put on them before she got up. She slammed some aggressive stomps onto Sabrina’s freshly injured leg, putting all of her crushing weight into them until she ground it on the tender joint. Sabrina’s eyes watered with more than just her blinding mist from all the pain.

“I’m going to kick you out of this ring myself! Even if that means making sure you STAY out!” Carla ranted, seething at this point from having so many close calls from what she had promised would be a pushover of a match.

Carla grabbed the back of Sabrina’s leotard with both hands, giving it a firm yank to lift it up into the air. The purple-haired wrestler let out a startled shriek as it rode up into her ass and crotch in an atomic wedgie held up by the strong and vengeful wrestler. Her legs kicked around frantically, panicking from the humiliating and painful attack.

At least that was how it looked. Sabrina threw her weight forward, twisting the spandex around between her legs to get the angle she wanted. She leaned in and snapped her legs back in a double kick to Carla’s boobs, sinking her boots in deep as they connected with her nipples. Her tits were huge and soft enough that they almost looked like they’d get stuck up to the ankle before they sprang back out. Carla gave a huge huff as she dropped the brunette, letting her tug at the crotch of her outfit. The showboating exhibitionist shamelessly flashed the crowd a peek at her goods in the process.

“Phew! I was overdue for a good flossing!” she joked before she wiped the last of the water from her eyes.

Sabrina bolted towards the opposite ropes while the breathless Carla took a knee to rub her aching boobs. She slingshotted right back and leapt up high, flying ass-first into Carla’s face. The scheming blonde went crashing down to the mats with the smaller girl landing on top of her, seated on her face as she threw up her hands in hyped triumph. She gave Carla’s panting, protruding gut a few playfully drumming smacks before she climbed off her dazed opponent. Sabrina sprinted at the corner and ran up them without missing a beat, flipping back and landing in a double knee drop that spiked deep into Carla’s gut. Her limbs whipped and she wheezed theatrically as the young wrestler treated her proud belly like a trampoline.

Out of breath and out of tricks, Carla was left splayed out and effectively topless in the ring. It wasn’t the look most were used to seeing on the seasoned heavyweight, especially with a lady half her size in the ring. Sabrina bounced back to the mats, pumping her fists to share the crowd’ excitement even as she was sweating buckets. She slid over to straddle Carla’s face, wrapping her legs around her neck in a figure four head scissor.

“Y’know, I might not have the experience or the gut like you do, but I sure know one thing…” Sabrina said.

She grinned down at Carla as the big woman stared groggily up from beneath her pussy. The stretched out material from her wedgie made it so that the bare crotch pressed right into her nose and mouth. She clearly cared about it a lot more than Sabrina herself. The peppy little fighter tightened her legs, crushing her in deeper while clamping her legs around her neck.

“It’s that you big balloon bitches sure need a lot of air to keep ya going.”

Carla’s eyes widened and she hurried to sit up. She barely stumbled to her feet, but Sabrina was locked on tight like a human choke collar. Carla’s chubby cheeks were squished tightly in the head scissor, her eyes rolling and her face turning red. She took a couple listless steps before her eyes glazed over. Carla went dropping like an avalanche, flopping to the mats with a BOOM that echoed through the arena. The audience’s cheers popped as Sabrina sat back on her motionless opponent’s face, throwing up the horns with both hands while she flexed her slim biceps. The crowd went nuts as the pinfall was counted out, letting Sabrina flop off her to finally catch her breath. She was clearly banged up but she was too pumped from her huge win. These underdog victories were half the reason she’d signed up for the league in the first place. She was flat on her back as the ref held up her arm in victory, forcing herself to sit up to accept the exhausting win.

Back outside the ring, Tony started to variously check on Carla and bicker with the ref about a fast count. Sabrina smirked and rolled her eyes, not about to let that sully her victory. She just sat down and planted her hands on the mats, setting her boots against one of Carla’s flabby sides.

“You want her? You can have her!” Sabrina laughed, giving a firm push with all the strength she had left.

It rolled Carla over, sending the flabby fem fatale rolling out under the ropes. Tony had just enough time to panic before the massive blonde flopped over the edge of the ring and landed on top of him, burying him under her massive butt for all his hard work in her plans. Sabrina just grinned as he flailed and choked under her buns, hopping out and happily using them both as big, soft stepping stones to leave the ring and indulge in some fan appreciation on her way out.