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The crowd burst into a myriad of cheers, jeers and boos as the first match of the night was well underway. The crowd of people carried multitudes of signs, eagerly waiting for them to be seen by the recording cameras around the arena. The bell had rung once this early on, less than a minute or so after the round had started, signifying that the first bit of the match had been decided. At the center of the laid the infamous Hugger, a 6'6 foot slab of brown fur, white briefs, boots and wristbands and a lot of smarmy attitude. His heaving, weighty chest bounced as he let out a deep guffaw.

"Come on, son, play time's just starting! Don't tell me ol' Daddy Hugger's gonna have to lay you across his lap for a lesson!" He bellowed. The boar gave the trapped lion's belly a hefty smack, watching it wobble. Hugger was on his knees, the limbs of his opponent currently flailing about as their torso was smothered completely by Hugger's own large, doming belly. His white wrestling briefs clung tightly to his enormous quads from all the constant moving he'd done at the start.

Underneath the hefty bully boar, laid a particularly flustered lion, his ears muffled by the boar tonnage overhead. Hugger's already got one point on him embarrassingly fast. The feline struggled, swinging his core left and right. His head smacked against the inside of Hugger's sweaty, slightly oily thighs. He was neatly caught on the underside of his stomach, right underneath his crotch. He could feel the boar's throbbing package rubbing up against his head making him sweat, the pin barely lasted five seconds till he kicked out of it. He took a few deep breaths once he was free, trying to get some fresh air in before he went back to the fight.

"I don't think I've seen someone get pinned that fast! Is it just me or is Hugger really enjoying playing with up and coming Shuteye, Tex?" The Fennec turns to his co commentator, a massive alligator sporting a white cowboy hat. The table for the commentators was placed near one of the sides of the ring, right behind the audience. Anyone there wore a pair of big over the ear headphones, so as the crowd wouldn't make them deaf and so they could hear each other. The main commentator of the night was a fennec who had his ears just bent down a bit so the headphones could fit comfortably. He was of a rather pudgy build and rather average height. However, among his co-commentator of the night, he was almost shockingly small.

"Ah think ah know what yew mean, Skip, almost brings ah tear to mah eye." The appropriately named Big Tex motioned as if he wiped a tear off his cheek. "Ah reckon it'll be an awesome match jus' fer that." He cackled. Tex loomed over the fennec announcer, the gator easily reaching 6'10 to the fennec's 5'7. Everything about the gator screamed 'enormous' as he sported a red dress shirt that clung to his tank-like arms, chest and belly alongside a pair of jeans and his signature cowboy hat. "'sides, that Shuteye fella might keep living to his name if he's gonna be manhandled this early on, bahaha!"

"Shuteye's bigger than him though! He's been doing pretty well for himself so far, the fans love him! I'm sure he'll turn this thing around."

The fennec nodded, turning back to the ring to see Hugger making his way over to Shuteye. "But you might be right, if Shuteye can't beat him in this Iron Match, I think it'll hurt his reputation rather than his standing. Hopefully this next one will be more in his favor."

Back in the ring, Shuteye patted his face and snorted, glaring at his opponent as he stomped his way to him.

"That was just a lucky shot!" The white feline glowered at him angrily, his thick build almost mirroring his opponent's with the exception of his white fur and bright pink outfit.

"I gotta say Tex, not much big guys can pull off a pink outfit." Skip whistles. "But Shuteye's really pulling it off! One of the reasons fans love him so much."

Big Tex smirked wide. "Heheh, I'll give em that, he's a handsome fella."

Like the boar in front of him, he wore a pair of black wrestling briefs, gloves and laced boots and not much else. At 6'8, he was just barely taller than his opponent, but that didn't seem to matter any. He almost had the same build, but the lion noticeably had less amounts of pudginess than his senior, but the boar used it so much better than him.

Before Shuteye could think of what he had to do next, Hugger was already stomping his way.

"And they're off again!" the fennec shouted. "Let's see if the rising star can't turn the tables against a veteran!"

Shuteye slowly circled around the ring, the crowd booming into his ears at every pass. His name as the rising star didn't really matter that much. He never won many matches as the new guy, but people loved him. While that was kind of the point of his role, he was still apprehensive about facing Hugger. He was one the older wrestlers and the dude was older than him by at least two decades! As per his role, he made the first move. The burly lion pressed his chest against Hugger's own with a low growl. Their chests flexed and flared, fighting for space among the two in some unspoken contest of strength and build. But of course, Hugger smirked in response and even patted him on the back.

"Looks like he's trying to play the intimidation game. I doubt it'll work on someone like him, but Shuteye's been in worse." The fennec stated.

"Ya really think you can push me, son?" Hugger chuckled loudly. Their boots were planted firmly on the ring's floor, the two of them almost glaring at one another. "There there, ol' Daddy didn't mean it."

"Stop calling me that!" Shuteye yelled back, keeping his teeth bared and his chest puffed out. He glared, leaning in a bit more and snorted against the boar's face. Before he could do anything else, Shuteye was cut off by the older boar suddenly slapping a kiss on him, slobber and all. It wasn't a peck on the cheek or anything, but a long, drawn out kiss on the lips as Hugger's thick tongue slobbered all over Shuteye's muzzle until both met between their mouths. His tongue writhed about, the foreign drool invading the lion's muzzle without much resistance. Shuteye seemed to go limp before the crowd let out a boo as Hugger's knee quickly landed itself in the lion's stomach.

"Yech! That was a low blow!!" Skip snapped at his mic while Big Tex crossed his arms, a satisfied grin on his mouth. "What? I didn' see nothin' wrong there, ya better get yer eyes checked."

Hugger ignored the boos and continued his onslaught. He grabbed the front of Shuteye's tight pink wrestling briefs, dragging him back into a slam on his thick forearm across the lion's chest. Before the lion can even gain a moment of clarity, he's dragged again by the briefs and knocked his head into Hugger's forearm once more. The dazed lion is given a moment to collect himself before the oily drum that was Hugger's belly is forced onto him for the second time in the match. The doming gut just slams into his torso, knocking him back into the ropes of the ring, Shuteye still disorientated by the repeated hits. Even as he tried to lift himself up, Hugger simply pinned the lion between the ropes and his belly, smothering him once again.

"My word! I-Is that a legal move?!" A sweating Skip turned to his co commentator.

"I dun' see anything wrong with it, jus' a lil bit of friendly cuddlin'." Tex cackled loudly as he watched the poor Shuteye try to flee. His hands slammed against the boar's pecs, only for Hugger to retaliate by pressing against him harder.

Tex could only grin in delight as he watched Hugger reach around the lion. Without a care in the world, he dragged Shuteye up by the briefs, forcing them to ride up along his quads and butt uncomfortably and making them bulge out in various places. Soon as the deed was done, Tex let out a loud wolf whistle.

"Someone's loose tonight, I see!" Hugger chuckled. Those large ham hands of his hooked the clear strap of what was a jock and let it snap along the feline's ass. Shuteye blushed heavily, his mind railing. That wide ass of his wobbled and jiggled, framed by what was visible of the jockstrap before Hugger snapped the strap once more. Shuteye grunted, his face snapping forward from the pain and slight pleasure from it. He grit his teeth at the stinging pain, the lion squirming around in his senior's grip. This was part of the plan, but he wasn't expecting this from his section of the script! Shuteye had to admit, it felt rather pleasing. Even while his ass was being displayed on TV -or they'd cut it out for some reason-, he couldn't ignore the constant throbbing in his tight briefs as his thick body was manhandled by the older boar. If he was doing this with him, he couldn't imagine what he had in store for him next.

"Lemme go, this is degrading!" Shuteye retaliated as forcefully as he could. But his words fell on deaf ears.

Once again, Hugger had taken advantage of the feline's precarious situation and shoved his chest into Shuteye's face, prompting another set of boos and cheers. Shuteye squirmed, but found that Hugger's other free hand was mashed against the side of his head, the thick digits clamping hard down on him. Those sweaty, glistening, meaty pectorals flexed and bounced on his muzzle, the natural smell rolling from Hugger making Shuteye cough a bit from the suddenness of it.

Aw shucks, daddy's boy not having fun? Maybe if you show your ol' pa how much you like him." He kept his hand firmly on the back of Shuteye's head, dragging him to various places along his chest while the lion's limbs flailed about in some attempt at freedom until he reached a nipple. As Shuteye's face was dragged and used like a makeshift towel, the lion had his muzzle open to some extent, allowing his tongue to slobber and lick along the surface of meaty boar pecs. Again, while it wasn't part of the plan per se, Shuteye couldn't help but huff a bit until he'd reached his senior's teat and had his muzzle forced on it.

The crowd let out a series of boos and jeers, Shuteye's face clearly trying to get away from the 'disgusting' act being forced upon him. To the lion, he couldn't wait to see the recording of this, he felt like he was going to tear out of his briefs if he wasn't careful, or Hugger kept teasing him. He didn't eagerly suck on a nipple, but merely had his muzzle crammed against most of a thick pectoral before his face was dragged to the next one, his tongue flicking out whenever it could stealthily. If he could, he would have groaned on the spot.

"Oof, I feel sorry for him, that can't taste good at all, Tex?" The fennec responded with a look of quiet repulsion. "Or...can it?" he whispered the last bit to himself.

Big Tex simply shrugged his shoulders in response. "Eh, I'm sure he's just havin fun with the kid!"

Shuteye's limbs flailed and thrashed about, his hands smacking along bully boar pudge to try and get a handle on himself. With nowhere else to go, the lion continued pushing his belly up against Hugger's own, his face lost within the expanse of his moobs. The brown, meaty slabs flexed and bunched up, continuously mashing along his face as he sucked along a nipple -while also trying to move his head back, had to keep it up for the crowd- , coughing wildly.

"Let me go!" Shuteye growled. "I swear, you'll be eating floor when I'm done with ya!"

Hugger didn't seem to mind his threats. If anything, he just grinned wider. He arched his back, shoving his moobs into Shuteye's mouth to keep him shut. "Come on son, keep on licking! Maybe those tiddies of yers will get bigger if ya keep goin, make ya into a real man!" He guffawed. A free hand of his reached around again to the lion's bright pink briefs. Hooking a strap of his jock around his finger, he reeled it up slowly. Hugger let it rebound with a satisfying snap sound, feeling the lion's ass wobble as it was pressed against the ropes of the ring. Their crotches were forced to grind up and frot, their tight wrestling briefs the only thing standing in the way of their junk.

"D'aww, daddy's son really does like it. How's about I give ya a nice ol' dad and son moment?" Hugger bellowed.

Shuteye didn't have a moment to think about what that meant.

The big boar Hugger had finally released him from his clutches, but he quickly grabbed his forearm tightly. With no balance to his name, Shuteye was forced to run as he was catapulted onto the other side of the ring. The lion bounced off the ropes surrounding the rings forcefully and had no choice in his running speed or trajectory to change where he was going next; back to Hugger who had his arms open wide with a smile on his face.

He just figured that Hugger was going to clothesline him after the Irish whip and call it a match. He'd been fooling around with him for longer than he'd anticipated; they had to be running out of time, right? Hopefully it would be painless enough, but he really had to go back and look at the recording if he wasn't in any pain afterwards.

Shuteye slammed into Hugger's outstretched body, the lion fully expecting to knock into his thick forearm and pretend to be unconscious. What he got was a load of his thick arms surrounding him with a flex. The bully boar's belly nudged and pressed against Shuteye's back, Hugger's arms over and around his neck in an uncomfortable position

"And it seems like Hugger's got him in a sleeper hold!" Skip cried out into the mic. "How will he get out of this one?!"

"I dun know, but it seems like Hugger's enjoyin his time with the kid tonight!!" Tex chuckled. He jabbed a thumb at the boar and bound lion.

Hugger had his face and tusks nudging against the lion's own cheeks, fervently nuzzling on him while he kept his grip solid. The boar even dragged his tongue along Shuteye's cheek again, prompting the feline to start squirming his way out of the grip. As soon as he started to move, Hugger's boots swung and knocked into the back of Shuteye's knees. As expected, he went tumbling down to the ground with Hugger behind him as a sort of pork cushion.

"Don't be so embarrassed, just a pop and his son havin some quality time together!" Hugger snorted. A blast of hot air forced Shuteye to turn the other way to try and get away from the boar in any way. Hugger's bulky arms flexed and tensed around his neck, the boar's weighty legs saddled over him, keeping the lion's own spread, displaying his crotch to the world with his torso arched to do the same for his chest and belly.

"Show off the goods, soon, you know you wanna." Hugger snorted. Every squirm and writhe of Shuteye's limbs had the boar's grip get stronger. This definitely wasn't part of the script, but he didn't mind it all that much. From all of the moving around and sweat, his briefs had rode up so much that they looked like a pair of pink speeods that clung to his crotch area almost too tight. His fuzzy chest and belly heaved with every breath he took. Shuteye's movements slowly stopped, his eyes closing until he eventually played unconscious, tongue lolled out and muzzle open. To the crowd, Shuteye had just been knocked out cold by the Hugger. He always did this whenever he was told that he had to lose. Playing knocked out was probably the one thing he was good at.

Now, all Hugger had to do was pin him and the match would be over.

"Uh-oh, it seems like Hugger's not done with our out cold star just yet!" Skip announced. The fennec leaned over the table to get a better look at what was happening next.

Shuteye's ears flickered for a second. Wait, what was going on now? He couldn't open his eyes or move, but he could feel Hugger's grip not loosening, but changing. The handle on his head was freed, leaving Shuteye's head to droop, his tongue flying about as Hugger started to sniff along his neck fuzz freely. He took deep whiffs and sniffs, his nose traveling along the back of his ears all the way down his neck.

"Hmmf, ya smell purty good..." Hugger rumbled deeply. He thrust and ground his belly up against Shuteye's broad back, the lion attempting to stay as "dead" as he could. The only thing that moved of his was his junk. At least, until Hugger slowly dragged his tongue along the surface of Shuteye's neck, prompting a wave of 'ewww' to soar across the ring from the audience. The lion had no choice but to stay knocked out and bear it, no matter how slimey his drool felt like on the inside and outside.

"Ya taste good, too, maybe ol Papa was wrong about his son!" Hugger grunted. He gave a hearty smack to the lion's gut, his hand roaming around the white fuzz of his doming belly. His back was still stretched, making that gut seem a lot bigger as well. That brown hand soon descended downward, giving his crotch a grab. Shuteye still kept his face neutral, but his mind was reeling. Despite being played around with this entire time, he loved it all the way. His boar senior had a rough, thick touch that made him want to wake up right then and there to just enjoy it at the fullest.

After the crotch grab, he felt Hugger's hands roam upward, giving his moobs a squeeze and grope, alternating between left and right. Shuteye felt himself twitch in his briefs, feeling the elder boar's breath rolling along the back of his neck. Combined with the cheers of the arena, it was a sensory overlord. Finally, all it seemed to stop. Hugger released the lion from his grip, letting him lay down on his back. Hugger's footsteps echoed in his ears loudly. He wondered what the boar was up to until he felt an immense weight settle on his head. The bell rung once more with a loud clang.

"And it seems that's the match! Looks like Hugger's closing things out with a move out of Big Tex's playbook. Any thought on that?" Skip glanced toward the large gator.

Tex let out a loud whoop, swinging his hat around in thanks.

Hugger neatly sat on top of Shuteye's front, his massive thighs and rear smother the lion's head. No thanks to his tight wrestling briefs, Shuteyes was forced to have pound after pound of boar butt wedged up against his muzzle and nose. With his tongue still out, he didn't have a choice but to leave it there and let it flounder as he tried to get some air while keeping his eyes closed. That enormous rear flexed, the fabric of Hugger's shorts creaking and straining, exposing more and more boar to his muzzle. All he could see was Hugger's back looming above before Shuteye actually felt his conscience begin to fade and eventually black out for real.