A decently toned flygon secretary woman burst through the door dressed in the usual attire: a black uniform with long sleeves, a white undershirt and a black skirt to match. A pair of rectangular glasses over her eyes and an exasperated look on her face. "Mr. Chairman! Mr. Chairman!" She shouted, holding several pieces of paper in her arms. The chairman, a hulking aggron, sat comfortably at his desk sipping a cup of tea with a name plaque displaying "Armon 'The Tank' Raspuro" in the top right corner of his desk. A real fatcat that is far too large for most formal attire and thus normally wears whatever he can fit on his body, usually grey sweatpants and a plain shirt. When working, he slips on the usual black suit with a red tie.

He looked up at his secretary standing in front of his desk, "Yes Diana, what is it?" he questioned, putting down his tea. "Sir, these ratings are through the roof! Far more than we could ever have hoped for!" she spouted. Armon's brows furrowed inward, "Diana, you know that I am no fan of jokes." he said with a sigh. Diana shook her head, "No sir I assure you, it is no joke. See for yourself!" the flygon dumped the papers on the chairman's desk. Armon looked down at the papers simply to make his secretary get off his back about this. He expected the ratings to be as low as ever, but to his surprise, Diana was right. The ratings the past week have more than quadrupled their peak viewings! Armon's eyes opened as wide as possible.

"H-How did-" he sputtered out before being interrupted by Diana, "It's that vulpix sir!" Diana spoke. "His stage-name is'The White Dragon' but his real name is Randal. The people LOVE seeing him get beaten to a pulp! They can't get enough of it!" Armon continued to look at the statistics, "That hotheaded little shit did all THIS? And to think I only gave him that trial run as a joke." Armon's thoughts went off track thinking about all the money and sponsors that little Randal fellow could pull in with how popular the association must be now. So much money, so much merchandising, so much untapped potential! "Diana..." The aggron spoke. "Yes, sir?" she replied, standing up straight. "Where is the little guy now?" the aggron questioned. "He's currently in the middle of a match sir, up against the 'Golden Beauty'." the flygon replied. "Bring that vulpix to my office as soon as that match has ended. I wish to speak with him." he demanded. "Yes chairman!" the flygon turned about and sprinted out of the room, slamming the door behind her as Armon took another sip of his tea while looking back at the massive spike in views. "You're gonna make me one rich man Mr. Dragon..."

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"Ooh! And that's another pile driver from the Golden Beauty!" the Lucario spokesperson announced over the intercom. In the stands, a massive audience was blaring with cheers as they watched the spectacle unfold in the ring. Randal was up against an opponent several times his size, an overweight Mega Ampharos woman who went by the stage-name "The Golden Beauty" on the account of her bright yellow fur and golden orbs in her elegant hair and tail. "I think I heard something snap that time!" the Ampharos shouted aloud to the spectators, who in turn cheered her on. Randal meanwhile, laid a matted mess right smack dab in the middle of the ring, having taken two improvised pile drivers from the obese woman as she instead landed ass first on his face when executing each one. His eyes half opened as the Golden Beauty stood over him with a wicked grin, reveling in The White Dragon's misery after his smack talking in the pre-round. 'Fat cow. Land whale. Discount Fabio.' Such disrespectful names from such a tiny little man drove her mad; any and all sympathy for him went out the door the second he opened his fat mouth.

"Looks like the vanilla midget can't handle a real woman!" the Ampharos taunted with her hands on her hips. Randal scrunched up his face in disgust the best he could, but the vulpix was utterly exhausted. This match had been going for a good thirty minutes and that bitch took all the fight out of him, but that wouldn't stop him from retorting to the fat bitch standing over him. Randal slowly lifted his right arm, balling it into a fist and extended his middle finger in her direction, "Shove it... up... your ass..." he muttered between panting. The Golden Beauty began to chuckle, the chuckle turned into laughter, then the laughter turned into an intense evil snort. "Oh, VERY poor choice of words, shit stain." Beauty tormented.

She walked forward so that her body stood directly over Randal, her body covered in her signature bright purple singlet. Her gargantuan ass cheeks swallowed the back portion almost whole making it disappear inside her abyss. Randal gulped as the fat amazoness loomed over him with ill intent. Her legs bent down low with her cheeks able to just barely graze Randal's face before leaping up into the air. For such a fatass, she could jump fairly high, a good ten feet off the ground in fact and while that is impressive it was also terrifying. The vulpix focus was on two things, his opponents ass descending towards him and the announcers speaking. "Unbelievable! The Golden Beauty has initiated her signature 'Bomb Drop' technique!" they screamed into the microphones. "Nobody has ever been able to endure that and still be able to fight!" Randal laid flat on the ground, helpless as the bulky woman plummeted towards him.

[B]*BWOOOOM*[/b]

Immediately upon contact, the mat gave way and collapsed in on itself. Ropes from each corner post snapped off and flew up into the air. The posts themselves bent outward and dropped onto the floor while the support beneath the ring was completely flattened by the pressure causing the stadium to quake a bit. Such an impact was quite the spectacle.

"Good God Almighty, her signature move had such a devastating impact that she's destroyed the ring!" the Lucario spokesperson announced over the near deafening cheers of the audience. All around the stadium, spectators stood up screaming at the top of their lungs; stomping around, raising their arms up in the air, all roaring for the Golden Beauty and her magnificence.

Golden Beauty sat up straight with the most devious smirk she could produce. She couldn't see it, but she knew that four foot tall pile of marshmallows was squashed firmly under her mass. The roars of the adoring fans rang in her ears, inflating her ego to levels never thought possible. She had beaten that slimy shit talking weasel both literally and metaphorically with little more than just her obese butt. A humiliating defeat. As she sat there soaking up the glory, she figured why not add some salt to the wound? With a hearty grunt she pushed out a bassy, [b]FFBBRRRMMMPPPT![/b] While (mostly) cancelled out by the thunderous cheers from the audience, the ampharos knew that bit of flatulence was a hot and hefty one just from the feel of it. This vulpix would no doubt regret this match for the rest of his existence.

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Hours later after the audience had dispersed and the arena was cleaned up, Randal found himself regaining consciousness dangling from the air. While he didn't know it, his body was partially compressed from the monumental weight of the Golden Beauty. All over his body ached, throbbed, stung, and he could do nothing but faintly groan. A vaguely familiar green figure was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. He couldn't quite make it out due to his blurred vision, but from the sound of the footsteps it sounded like high heels. The flygon secretary. She came to a halt in front of a door and knocked on it, "Who is it?" A deep voice called out from the other side of the door, "Secretary Laspada, sir." the flygon replied, "Come on in Diana!" the deep voice welcomed before the door opened. The flygon secretary walked inside and Randal was turned to see a large gray blob a few feet away, "And I see you've brought the newbie along." Diana cleared her throat before speaking, "I have brought the 'White Dragon' as requested sir." A hearty chuckle escaped the chairman's throat, "Lay the sap on my desk and take the rest of the day off Ms. Laspada." Without a word, Randal was laid face up on the aggron's desk. Randal, still trying to recuperate from his beating, eyed over to the over-sized aggron who was looking at a piece of paper.

"Randal, is it?" the bulky man asked. "Wh-who's asking, f-fatso.." Randal spat out. Another, louder hearty chuckle came from the aggron's throat, "Even when recovering from 'legally 2-D' state you still manage to slander." The fatass spoke, "If I had fire like that when I was still in the ring, I'd be the best wrestler in history. But I didn't have my [i]gorgeous[/i] secretary snag you from that ampharos, Dolores just to talk about the good ol' days." The aggron took a deep breath, "You see, my name is Armon Raspuro, and I am the proud owner this association, the [u]Battle Ring Association of Pokémon[/u] to be precise and I see a lot of promise in your future little guy." A faint smile crept up on Randal's face, "Yeah.. i'm awesome." he bragged. "Quite." Armon said coldly, "You see, the crowds LOVE seeing you out there. They go absolutely wild seeing you in action and because of this, I've decided to take you off of the trial run and offer you a permanent spot in my association. All benefits included." Randal scoffed, "Of course you want me in your association. I'm the best around, baby. Even better than your dump-truck sized ass." With that, Armon had reached the end of his rope with the vulpix. Randal was promptly picked up into the air by his tail by the aggron that was now standing and fidgeting around with his pants, "I'm glad to have you aboard Mr. White Dragon." Armon said with a grunt in his voice. Randal was thrown onto the seat the Aggron had been sitting on, covered in sticky sweat and a hint of a sour, fishy odor coming from the seat as well. "Oh, and Mr. Dragon?" the aggron spoke in a pleasant voice. The vulpix looked up to see Armon's buck naked mountainous rear-end only a foot away from his body poised to drop, "Welcome to the association." as soon as the sentence ended Randal was encased in darkness beneath Armon's sweaty butt.