Yuri Sumo Love 3: Dressup (Patreon)

A fan on the discord mentioned this one and I forgot how fun it is to write. It’s definitely a mood thing, but some chubby girls who love each other and love beating the absolute fuck out of each other is so weirdly lovable. This part sets up a larger premise for them, even if I’m not sure it’ll be the real focus of their story. They don’t just like to fight and fuck, but as top-tier high schol sumos, they like to show off.

In other news, got someone paid up to draw the Tifa pic. I’m piledriving my way through some smut writing because I’ll be heading to Gencon this year and I’m learning that plane tickets are expensive. So thanks for the support, y’all, whether you donate or just like my stuff enough to encourage me to do this therapeutically fun and venting writing.

Sakura and Sumomo had been loving their new life together for several months. Whenever they weren't busy with school or their respective rival sumo clubs, they were meeting up for another competition. They loved having someone else they could go all out on after being unrivaled by their teammates, and every time they won, the other just found a way to win their next all out fight. They took every chance to box, sumo, wrestle, catfight, sexfight... they had even pulled together some trash cans and hockey sticks to hold their own hardcore match in their gym. Whenever they were too beaten and exhausted to fight, they would return to their love hotel and snuggle up to adore their girlfriend's soft and damaged body while they shared some snacks, the brutal fighting already behind them.

If anyone asked, they would dismiss any lingering scratches or bruises as them training by themselves to keep their rivalry/love affair a secret from everyone. Some of their teammates had started to suspect that they were dating somebody in secret, but they couldn't tell who... for a while.

"Seriously, Sakura?" The pudgy, pink-haired girl looked up from her gym locker and at the bold but vague question. There was Kuroko, the tan-skinned girl with dyed blonde hair and the reputation as one of the bitchiest girls in school. "I can't believe you'd stoop that low?"

Sakura unbuttoned her uniform's blouse and slid off her skirt, seeming like she was barely paying attention to Kuroko. "Seriously what?"

"I heard that Yomi saw you going into the motel with the sumo captain from the next district over. Sleeping with the enemy? Are you trying to seduce her or just giving up and trying to join up with them like some pot-bellied traitor?"

Sakura frowned at the blonde girl, one hand resting on her pudgy side. "Of course not. Yomi's just got a big mouth." She tried to dismiss the rumor, but of course it was true. She was going out of her way to recover quickly and meet Sumomo as soon as she could, whether in an all out fight or noisy lovemaking. "I'm still loyal to my team."

"Well you know what I think?" the blonde gloated, tossing her blouse into her locker. She was busty, but not nearly as wide and soft as Sakura was. The bitchy blonde had a pair of tits comparable to Sakura's, though she maintained it without the gut and jiggling arms that came with Sakura's sumo build. "I think you threw your fight with her. I think you were so horny for the biggest hog in Kurayama High that you wanted your piggy girlfriend to-"

Kuroko was cut off as Sakura turned and punched her dead in the stomach. The scrawnier blonde's eyes went wide as a burst of spittle came from her lips, doubling over for a second before the half-dressed Kuroko hit the locker room floor. She clutched her stomach as the mass of Sakura's bulk sat on her belly, crushing her with another series of ridiculous gagging noises.

"You do NOT insult my team's honor like that! Or my loyalty!" Sakura shouted, slamming a heavy hand down on one of Kuroko's tits. The blonde howled as it was crushed flat behind her bra, bouncing back so hard that it sprang out of her top. She reached up and clawed wildly at Sakura's pink hair, but she only winced before she smacked the offending hand away. "And you do NOT call Sumomo a hog or ANYthing else but beautiful!" The time spent brawling with Sumomo had made her already short temper even more volatile. She pulled on the blonde's hair and slapped her face back and forth, dazing the bitchy blonde. She only stopped when Kuroko straightened herself and spit in Sakura's face.

"I'll say what the hell I want, you fatass!" she threatened as Sakura instinctively recoiled from the wet projectile. Kuroko kneed the rising sumo in the crotch, putting even her solid balance out of whack as Sakura winced and grabbed the nearby locker for support. Kuroko reached up and slammed the locker shut, crushing Sakura's fingers between the metal as she howled and recoiled again, clutching her sore fingers. Kuroko scrambled to her feet and punched Sakura in the stomach, her hard fist bury deep in the soft belly fat. Sakura grunted and backed off a pace as Kuroko landed a few more body blows, making Sakura's tits jiggle and her belly curve inward. She tried to abuse what she imagined Sakura's most embarrassing spot to be, but didn't calculate that it was also probably the toughest part of her.

Sakura suddenly caught her by the wrist and shoved it back against the lockers. Kuroko gasped in surprise just before Sakura rammed into her, crushing the busty bully between her bulky body and the hard lockers. Kuroko let out a huge moan as the wind was crushed out of her and her tits were flattened by Sakura's more experienced pair. The other girls in the room just stared in shock, Sakura's sumo team waiting nearby but they wouldn't take any action after a quick glance from Sakura assured them to hang back.

"You can say what you want, but you're damn well going to pay for it when you do!" Sakura stepped back just to ram herself into Kuroko again, sandwiching her roughly again and again with a number of crushing charges. Kuroko's scrawny legs were sliding out from under her when Sakura held her up by the hair, flattening her exposed boobs once again. She wrapped the back of Kuroko's slutty panties and lifted her off the ground with a painful wedgie, leaving the blonde crying her exaggerated makeup off as her feet kicked feebly in the air. Sakura grunted with effort but managed to carry her into the girls' showers. With one more burst of strength, Sakura lifted her into the air and slammed her down tits-first into the tile. Kuroko landed with one last, massive groan when Sakura switched on the cold water, her big body rippling with her heavy breathing as she worked up a sweat.

"Anybody else have a problem with what I do outside of school?!" Sakura demanded. The rest of the locker room was dead quiet... until her teammates from the sumo club started to applaud.

"Nice moves! I didn't know you could fight outside of just sumo!" Yukiko praised.

"She's had it coming for a long time," added Akashi. "I wish I'd done that myself a lot sooner."

"There's no way you'd sell out your own team, captain!" Juri added proudly. "Never doubted you for a second!" Sakura smiled at the praise and the other students breaking into laughter and hurrying over to look at Kuroko's groaning and beaten body with her panties wedged up her ass, her tanned skin dripping wet, and her nipples painfully erect from the cold shower.

“Well that was brave of you,” Sumomo praised happily. 

“It was just me getting mad. It wasn’t anything that special,” Sakura admitted as they took a break from their latest bout of arm wrestling. The chubby girls had worked up a sweat, still tied at two wins apiece when they reached their limits. They guzzled down water to refresh themselves before they went on to their next vicious contest.

Sumomo cuddled up to her, the slightly sweeter and more submissive blonde hugging around her plump, soft body. Even with her naturally meeker nature, Sakura knew she could be an absolute monster in the ring. It was still a turn-on to see her girlfriend go from being so cute to trying to punch her face into a bloody pulp, just to help her nurse her wounds afterward.

“Well it means a lot to me,” Sumomo sighed as she kissed Sakura’s chubby cheek. “It’s just a shame we can’t be more open about this.”

“Because of what our teammates would say about our inter-school affair? Like if Romeo and Juliet put on 200 pounds?”

“Well, that,” Sumomo confirmed. “But mostly because I’d like to have an audience the next time I beat your ass.”

“Ohhh you wish,” Sakura giggled, tickling her girlfriend’s sides. She giggled in return and squirmed around, Sakura sneaking in kisses whenever she could keep track of her jiggling lover. “I’d love to let you stare at a bunch of our classmates next time I choked you out.” The girls had been back and forth in their practice matches, always catching up to the other to steal the lead and lose it all over again. Just thinking of their loving rivalry got Sakura wet. She’d already left a small stain of sweat and pussy juice for her to clean up where they were arm wrestling.

Sumomo finally started to calm down as Sakura eased up her tickling. “I just love it. It’s even more exciting right? Having a crowd there to praise you when you win. Encourage you when you lose. Boo or cheer you either way…” Sumomo shuddered. “It’s too bad we can’t really be seen like this.”

Sakura stroked her girlfriend’s sweaty blonde hair as she thought a few things over. “Well… we can’t be seen like THIS…” Sumomo gave her a curious look as her lover smirked. “So… what’s your favorite anime?”

With their plan made, they quickly put it into action. They put in some online orders and found the nearest anime convention; Kawaii-Con was a short train trip away with cheap tickets. It was a perfect fit. The same couldn’t be said for their cosplay, but it was too short notice to bother sending them back. The rented-out hotel was full of fans, cosplayers, vendors and overall otaku for anime. Plenty of people recognized Sumomo as she walked through the con, blushing at the assorted stares and giggles. She was embarrassed to be wearing so little in front of everyone, but she knew that was sort of the point. They wanted to draw attention before they put the plan into action.

A few people stopped her for pictures as she walked through the main lobby. She posed with her dull plastic katana, leaning both hands on the hilt as she smiled for the cameras. Some people snickered at the sight of the chubby cosplayer, but the fact was that nobody else could have landed the body type more perfectly. Masura-Dono was a popular series right now so everyone recognized her. The hot-blooded heroine used her magical sword to drain the powers and energy from her opponents and pour them into herself. Her body type would change based on the powers she had, but the show was generally praised for representing Masura as an actual plus-sized heroine. Skinny girls could copy her look from certain episodes, but Sumomo captured her essence as she walked around in her battle attire. Unfortunately for Sumomo, the all red and black outfit was little more than a skirt, some suspenders over her breasts, and a tiny top that didn’t even reach her nipples. It was a tight fit on her, making her generous curves stand out even more as the suspenders sunk slightly into her breasts and belly. If the costume wasn’t enough of a disguise with its distraction fanservice, her hair was tied back and dyed a mix of red and black. Nobody short of her family would recognize her like this.

Sumomo wandered the lobby for a while, making herself known and pretending to be there for the con. She knew that Sakura was coming from the other direction, and it was hard to miss her equally chubby partner. Even with the abundance of overweight otaku, she was the only one showing that much skin. Sakura was dressed as Sumomo’s character’s arch-rival; a sexy samurai named Akino who wore little more than Masura herself. She had a katana of the same style as Masura, but with a broad straw hat that was the style in feudal Japan. She wore what was technically a blue kimono but it was cut so thin that it was barely wider than Sumomo’s suspenders. Most of Sakura’s tits were completely exposed and even her ass was covered by little more than a loincloth. Like Sumomo had with her hair, Sakura had died hers from pink to blonde to match her cosplay character’s hair and hide her identity.

Sumomo stared at her from afar for a moment, admiring just how sexy Sakura looked to her as she posed for another fan. She leaned on her sword and thrust her big wide ass out, looking irresistible. She wanted to go over and bury her hands into that big juicy butt and kiss her right then, but her urge to fight her once again outweighed that option. She had only seen Sakura in her costume briefly, both of them wanting to save that extra bit of passion for their fight. They caught each other’s eye from afar, nodding subtly to confirm it was time to start the show.

They had it all planned out way in advance. Sumomo bought a cup of soda at a snack vendor before weaving her way towards Akino/Sakura. They pretended to be distracted elsewhere, Sumomo looking up at the top floor of the crowded lobby when Sakura turned way too quickly towards her. Their big bellies clashed and jiggled as Sumomo gasped, exaggerating her reaction as she tossed her soda into the air. The dark liquid splashed over their tits and stomach, and most notably their costumes. Sakura looked at herself in shock as the sticky fluid ran down her curves.

“You dumbass bitch! Watch where you’re going!” she shouted, shoving Sumomo angrily in the chest. Her big tits wobbled as the red and black-dyed cosplayer glared back.

“Me!? It was your fat ass that got in my way!” Sumomo yelled back, bumping her tits and stomach into her rival lover. “You must be just as stupid as Akino!”

“Okay, back up!” Sakura snarled. “She’s way better than Masura! She ought to be the real star of the show, not that loudmouthed, pig-faced loser cunt you’re dressed as!” Her heart was already racing with excitement as they made a scene in front of everyone. They were going to fight in front of a crowd, something they hadn’t done since their epic match in the sumo club. Their snug thong bottoms were already getting wet.

“Masura only loses when Akino cheats!” Sumomo snapped back. “I’ll be glad to show you just how bad she beats your characters ass if you don’t back the fuck up!”

“You’ve got the beer gut, but you don’t have the guts to do it, dye job!” Sakura threatened.

“Bitch, I know you’re dedicated to being in character, but you just need the look. You didn’t have to make yourself stink like shit like Akino too.”

Sakura started things off with a big slap across Sumomo’s cheek. The pink-haired sumo bit back a sigh of pleasure as her whole body jiggled from the blow, knowing what was about to occur. She slammed her forearm into Sakura’s chest in return, sending the scantily-clad sumo stumbling backward. People hurried to get out of the way as she crashed into a folding table. It nearly collapsed with her leaning weight, Sumomo smirking at her smugly. Their rival blood pumping fast, Sakura screamed furiously as she rose back up and swung her sword at Sumomo’s side.

They hadn’t spent too much on their costumes and props, so the cheap plastic weapon broke in one swing. It was still enough to get a sharp cry from Sumomo as she limped to one side, holding her chub-padded ribs as the plastic scraped against her side. Sakura threw aside her busted weapon and leapt onto Sumomo, sending her crashing to the ground with the dyed blonde on top of her. Sumomo’s sizeable stomach squashed under her lover’s ass as Sakura wrapped her hands around her neck, choking and shaking her beneath her.

Sumomo gasped as her thick neck was squeezed. They had staged the reason for the fight, but they had promised the fight itself would be real. They couldn’t stand to half-ass a chance to throw down with their lover/rival in public like this.

That was why Sumomo replied by punching Sakura squarely in the nose. The pink-haired girl howled and turned away holding her face, letting Sumomo sit up and slam her with another heavy fist to the face. This one caught Sakura on the cheek as she reeled from the blow, letting her lover crawl out from under her. Sumomo leaned on one elbow and kicked her squarely in the face with her booted foot, finally sending Sakura down to the floor in a daze.

Sumomo rose while Sakura rolled on the floor and groaned softly, holding her head as she tried to stand back up. The dyed blonde had lost track of her prop sword in the struggle, but she grabbed a nearby chair and swung it brutally over Sakura’s back. The pudgy pink-haired sumo screamed out as she grabbed her back, mouth hanging open in shock from the improvised weapon.

“Oh fuck! My back! You fat fucking bitch, Masura!” Sakura howled.

“Don’t you talk shit about Masura!” Sumomo snapped. She stepped up and caught Sakura by the hair, lifting her head and slamming a meaty knee into her face. It split Sakura’s swelling lip as her foot came back down, but the reeling rival tackled Sumomo around her tubby waist and sent them both crashing backward. A few attendees cleared a path but everyone formed a circle around the epic catfight, watching as Sakura slammed Sumomo’s back into the nearby ticket table. She grabbed Sumomo’s dyed hair and reared back a fist.

“I’m going to beat your ass worse than in episode five!” Sakura threatened as she started pounding punches into Sumomo’s gut. Her fist dug deep into her belly fat with each blow, making Sumomo’s body bounce and wobble rapidly as her mouth hung open. She reached out and raked her nails across Sakura’s face, leaving rough scratch marks along one of her cheeks. Sakura shrieked in pain but she still got her hands under Sumomo’s armpits. With a huge battle cry, she hefted the tubby blonde off the floor and body slammed her right into the table. An enormous crack sounded as the plastic table snapped in half beneath their combined weight and the audience popped with a mix of shouts and cheers.

Sumomo writhed beneath her lover, stunned by the pain as Sakura dragged her sweaty body back off of her. She grabbed a nearby fanboy’s half-empty cup and shook out the contents, spilling soda all over the stunned and sputtering Sumomo. “How’s that for replacing your soda, cunt!?” she shouted down at her. She kicked off one of her sandals and stomped on Sumomo’s pussy, making her gasp sharply as she was still choking on the spilled soda.

“You like that, you pig bitch? Looks like I’m the top in this ship!” Sakura gloated a she ground her heel on Sumomo’s pussy. Sumomo squealed in agony as she kicked her feet around, grabbing at Sakura’s foot. With a sharp and sudden tug, she pulled the leg out from under her and sent her cracking to the floor. Sakura was startled more than hurt, trying to crawl back to her feet. She discovered that Sumomo still had her by the foot, dragging her closer and suddenly biting her bare foot. Sakura screamed as the pain pierced into her tender appendage, flopping and trying to crawl away even more frantically.

“Bitch is biting! Her fat ass is trying to eat me!” Sakura screamed.

“Like you’ve got any right to talk, Oinkino!” Sumomo shouted back at her. She got up into a squat and dragged Sakura after her, the thrashing pink-haired girl unable to escape her grip. People made way for her wide ass as Sumomo spread out her legs and suddenly yanked Sakura crotch-first into a nearby pillar. Sakura let out a huge howl of pain, beating her fists on the floor as Sakura let her heavy legs drop. They were both sweating from pain and effort, but Sumomo had to fight to hide a smile on her face. It was one of the most fun and arousing thing she’d done in years.

“Hey!” Sumomo pointed to a geeky-looking girl carrying around a body pillow. Fanart of Sumomo’s cosplay character was lounging along its pillow case. “I like your taste. Mind if I borrow that?”

The girl grinned and passed it off to the barely-dressed Sumomo. She lugged the large pillow over to Sakura and flipped her onto her back, shoving the pillow over her face. Sakura’s muffled screams were shrill enough that anyone nearby could hear them through the suffocating pillow. “See? Even my fanbase can beat your ass, Oinkino!” Sumomo gloated. She moved her wide ass to sit down on Sakura’s stomach, putting her full weight into crushing and smothering her all at once.

While the pillow was blinding, Sakura could still paw at her lover’s fat stomach. She started to pinch and claw at her fat folds, but when that got her nowhere she reached higher. She tore open Sumomo’s top with one firm pull, exposing her huge tits to the audience. They broke into hoots and cheers as Sumomo gasped, just for Sakura to hook the front of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger’s nails. Sumomo howled in pain as Sakura forced her off of her, mounting her back while squeezing and pulling her naked tits like she was milking a cow. Tears and sweat ran down Sumomo’s face as her lover tortured her tits in front of their surprised fans.

“I’ll beat you every time, you weak poser bitch! And I’ll fuck your fat stinking ass when I’m done, because I’M the best!” It was a blur where her personality and her in-character act stopped and started, but it didn’t matter to many people anymore. The big cosplayers were still beating the shit out of each other and that was what counted. Sumomo was left nearly nude with her thonged ass out behind her as she laid on all fours. Sakura only released her tits to grab her by the hair, smashing her face ruthlessly into the floor. Sumomo grunted from the first few blows but by the fourth she simply laid there, concussed into a daze from the brutal barrage. Sakura unsteadily pulled back off of her, kicking her in the ribs a few times until she could force her to roll onto her back.

“Time to crush you flat. Maybe you’ll even lose a few pounds,” Sakura huffed. She spit on Sakura’s bruised and bleeding face as she climbed onto a raised platform behind them, looming several feet over her as she held onto a railing. The audience reached a new peak as Sakura timed out a jump and flung herself off the rise, going for a finishing belly flop to knock her out cold. Unfortunately, Sumomo had failed to find her own sword but found Sakura’s discarded broken one. Sakura didn’t even see it coming as she thrust the weapon upward, the jagged edge of the broken plastic jabbing into her tits. Sakura let out a short gag is it buried into her boob, making her flop off target and collapse clutching her boob. Several blood scratches were left in her soft jug, the plentiful sweat stinging her injury.

“Fuck! Owww fuck, my tits!” Sakura ranted as she held her injured boob and writhed on the floor.

“Then let me wash that off for you…” Sumomo grunted, dizzily getting to her knees. Sakura threw a quick elbow into Sumomo’s soft stomach, but she balled her fists together and swung an axe handle smash down on her navel. Sakura gagged and flopped like a beached whale as she held her stomach, wheezing wetly for breath. Sumomo ignored her plight as she lifted her up by the hair, Sakura too busy trying to breathe to fight back. Sumomo buried one vicious claw into her tit, ripping away her skimpy kimono to expose her breasts as payback before dragging her to the snack table. She threw the lid off the water cooler and with another tug on Sakura’s hair, she shoved her face under the icy water.

Sakura thrashed and bubbled helplessly as her struggle for air just got harder. She stomped on Sumomo’s toes and clawed her side but she couldn’t get her to let go. Sumomo just reached around to pinch and pull on her tits, stretching and torturing them in return for earlier. To make things even worse, she pulled down Sakura’s thong so everyone could see her wide ass and plump pussy as she bent over.

Sumomo finally lifted the gasping and gagging Sakura out of the water. “You getting off on this, you loser bitch?” Sumomo hissed venomously. She reached between her thunder thighs to bury her fingers into Sakura’s pussy, clawing and scraping her insides. Tears mixed with blood and drinking water ran down Sakura’s face as she wailed and shook her head.

“Don’t you lie to me, slut!” Sakura shouted, backhanding her across the face. She shoved Sakura back under the spilling water, letting it splash over both their skin as her pushed her tits and belly into her back to hold her down. Her free hand kept clawing and probing her pussy, and sure enough, Sakura was soaking wet for more reason than one. She lifted Sakura back out, throwing her against the nearby wall. The sobbing and gasping Sakura was powerless as Sumomo shoved her fingers into her face, sticky and reeking with her precum.

“That smell like slut to you?” Sumomo demanded, showing off her fingers dripping with pussy juice to the crowd. The audience cheered in response. “Yeaaaa, you know it does!” she gloated before shoving the cummy fingers into Sakura’s mouth. She shoved them down her throat, making her choke and spasm violently as she tried to wretch. Sumomo’s hands attacked her throat and pussy as her thick body jiggled, eyes rolling back in her head. Sumomo finally released her as she crumbled to the floor, a wet, naked and chubby rag doll collapsed by a wall. She vacantly hoped it was all over until Sumomo threw her thong aside to some lucky fan. She turned away and spread her fat ass cheeks until Sakura was eclipsed by nothing but her thick and juicy holes.

“You still hungry, Oinky? Because you can always eat my ass!” Sumomo gloated as she pushed her rear into Sakura’s face. She pushed feebly against the meaty cheeks but Sumomo just thrust back harder. Her ass slammed Sakura’s face hard enough to bounce her skull off the wall, leaving her slumped and knocked silly against the wall. With her eyes rolling and tongue hanging out, it was easy for Sumomo to push her sweaty, naked asshole over her face. Sakura moaned miserably but that just made her mouth vibrate against the tender hole. Sumomo cooed and moaned as she rubbed her butt up and down on her face, starting to rub her pussy with uncontrollable excitement. Even if she was more of a submissive figure in their relationship, she was always glad to beat Sumomo in a fight. Seeing her strong and confident girlfriend beat down at her hand was a point of great pride, and she’d be sure to make it up to her later. For now, she was absolutely loving it.

Sakura was barely conscious as she licked her lover’s asshole, but the burst of hot cum across her tits and belly were a bold wakeup call. She was still sore and beaten silly, but she was able to pat weakly on Sumomo’s ass. The blonde suddenly stood upright and pulled away from her, but somehow Sakura thought it was a sudden sign of mercy. The audience was applauding Sumomo’s obvious win, despite them both being naked, bruised and splattered with each other’s blood. Sumomo offered Sakura a hand, but with an urgent look on her face.

“Oh shit, it’s security!” someone in the crowd shouted from the stairwell. Sakura’s eyes went wide as she looked as Sumomo, who helped haul her back to her feet. They nodded and with a few frantic giggles they went rushing out the door, their hands covering up what little they could of their naked jiggling bodies.

“That was insane!” Sakura laughed as they settled back into their motel room. She sat heavily back on the bed as she rubbed her bloody lip, checking the nearby mirror. Sumomo sat beside her, offering her some of the medical cream she’d put on the gash in her forehead. “Thanks. Though it’s not going to get the taste of asshole off my breath.”

“Hey, some of us like that taste. On a special occasion, anyway,” Sumomo corrected, giving her lover’s juicy rear a squeeze. She helped Sakura patch herself up as best she could before going for the snacks, not bothering to change into their spare clothes yet as an excuse to spend some more time snuggling naked. Sumomo had won the match, and that meant she got to be on top tonight. She came back with some water bottles and a pack of doughnuts to find Sakura staring at her phone in shock.

“Uh… I know we were sorta busy and all… but maybe you should check this out.” She passed the phone off to Sumomo, looking too stunned to eat. She looked at it and found a full-length video where someone had been watching the cosplayers on their phone, capturing the fight in its entirety. It was blowing up on Youtube or whoever would let them post a pair of fat cosplayers beating each other senseless. The comments were flooding in, and while there were the occasional “no fatties” replies most of them were wildly positive. Some wanted to see more. Some wanted a rematch. Some wanted this to be a more common thing while others wondered if it was staged by Kawaiicon.

Most of all, there was a surprising amount of replies that wanted to join in. People were posting their emails asking to get in contact to fight one or both of them. Mothers and their kids wanted to learn about this new “cosplay wrestling” trend while other people were posting ships or rivals from their favorite shows to see throw down.

“Wonder Woman vs Sailor Moon!”

“Fat She Hulk against Fat Thor!”

“Put them both in fursuits for real life pokemon battles!”

“I just want to fight them as one fatty to another…”

“Magical Moon Fairy Ichigo vs Galaxia Tomoko for life!”

“Ooh! Hello Kitty vs Pikachu!”

“Wow, Sakura… we are getting huge. No pun intended.”

“I know! I didn’t think it’d blow up like this.”

“So…”

“So…”

“So cosplay wrestling already has a fanbase…”

Sakura grinned at her partner excitedly. “I’ll start sending emails and see if my mom will help fund our startup. I bet can have a league by the end of the month.”