Tamiko destroys 650 pound Osaka.
By Crohnsman Crohnsman67216@yahoo.com
Vince McMahon wants to sign Osaka to a contract until he sees Tamiko beat him to a pulp.

This story was requested by a fan. I want to thank him for the request
and for taking the time to email me. I hope you and he enjoy the story.

Vince McMahon was going out of his mind. Ever since he lost control of
the WWE in a wrestling match with his daughter Stephanie, his soul
purpose in life was to get it back. He religiously exercised for over a
year building up his muscle mass. Every machine in the gym was used to
strengthen all the muscles in his body. Plus he lifted weights, ran great
distances, did stomach crunches, push ups, and any thing else he could
think of to build strength and stamina. He was in the best shape of his
life and was totally confident he could beat Stephanie and gain control
of the WWE again. But all that effort would have been in vain if he
didn't find a man to beat Stacy Keibler and return the sport of wrestling
to the men. A female wrestling Champion was unnatural and not good for
the sport he loved.

Despite the humiliating defeat the 507 pound Big Show suffered at the
hands of Stacy Keibler, Vince still believed a big man was the answer to
his dilemma. He was on a never ending search to find that one man and
sign him to a lucrative contract. Right now he was on his way to Japan.
He had heard and read many great things about their enormous sumo
wrestling champion Osaka. The mighty 650 pound Osaka sounded like the
perfect man for the job. Vince was as giddy as a small child. Hopefully
his prayers had been answered and his futile search was at an end. The
only thing his heart desired was to sit in his office and relax while
males ruled his beloved wrestling world again. He would be happy and
contented.

Vince arrived in time to get a hotel room and take a shower before
attending the arena to watch Osaka in action. He wasn't disappointed.
Osaka easily handled a larger opponent and made him look like a child.
Vince was thoroughly elated. He finally found the male champion he had
been seeking for over a year. When the match was over he rushed to his
dressing room and asked to speak to the great sumo wrestling champion. "I
have a proposition I would like to discuss with you young man." Vince
told him with a smile. "I'm sorry sir but I don't have time to speak with
you right now. I must get home and become a sofa." He replied as he
walked out. Vince stood there with a puzzled look on his face. I'll have
to get him an English tutor. He thought to himself. His grasp of the
English language is not very good. But that's just a minor problem.

Vince spoke with the people in charge of the arena and obtained Osaka's
address. He decided to surprise the mighty champion at his home and
convince him to take him up on his offer. With Osaka by his side he could
return home and straighten out the terrible mess his life had become.
Then he would be back where he belonged and wrestling would return to the
glory days of male champions. Stephanie would be out on her ass and those
damned Divas would do what he told them to or they would be fired or
traded. That should make then sit up and take notice. The worthless
bitches were nothing but trouble anyway. With his mind made up he left
the arena and went to dinner. Then it was off to Osaka's home to secure
his future.

When Vince knocked on the door it was answered by a beautiful teenage
Japanese girl. "May I help you sir?" She politely asked. "Yes. I would
like to speak to Osaka please." Vince replied. "I'm afraid he's
indisposed at the moment sir. Perhaps you could see him tomorrow." She
said. "Oh please miss.. miss?" He stammered. My name is Tamiko. I am
Osaka's younger sister." She told him. "Please miss Tamiko. I've come a
long way to discuss a business proposition with your brother. I won't
take up much of his time. Just let me see him please." Vince pleaded.
"You may speak with him if you must sir. Follow me. Osaka is in the TV
room being a sofa." She said as she let him in. This whole family has a
problem understanding the English language. Vince thought to himself.
Being a sofa indeed. He followed Tamiko into the other room.

Vince stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the scene in front of him.
The migh ty sumo wrestling champion was lying on his back in the floor.
Sitting on his large stomach was a very pretty American girl. As he stood
there in shock, Tamiko walked over and sat down on his chest. The two
teenage girls were watching TV while ignoring the 650 pound Osaka's
presence. Osaka looked up in surprise. "Oh, hello Mr. McMahon." "Good
evening Osaka and ladies." He replied as he nodded to the girls. "This is
my sister Tamiko and her American friend Monica." Osaka said. "Girls.
This is Mr. McMahon from America." Vince and the two girls exchanged
hello's before he turned back to Osaka. He searched his mind to find a
delicate way to ask why Osaka was lying on the floor and being used as a
sofa by the two girls.

He couldn't seem to think of one so he just blurted it out. "What on
earth are you doing Osaka?" Vince asked with a bewildered expression. "I
explained why I didn't have time to speak with you Mr. McMahon." He said.
"Yes I know you did. But I assumed you were speaking about something
else. I didn't realise you meant it literally. So I guess my next
question would be, why are you pretending to be a sofa?" "I'm afraid I
accidentally broke our sofa when I sat on it. So I must replace it until
it is repaired." He replied. Vince was still lost for a reasonable
explanation. But he let it pass because it wasn't really any of his
business and had nothing to do with the reason he was there. He assumed
it was some weird Japanese custom and moved on.

"May I sit down please?" Vince asked. "Yes of course. Excuse my manners
Mr. McMahon. Please take a seat." Osaka said as he nodded towards a
comfortable chair. As Vince sat down he noticed the two girls doing some
really strange things. The Americ an girl Monica would slap his thigh or
grab his balls if he moved the slightest little bit. And his sister
Tamiko was twisting his nipples, tweaking his nose, ruffling his hair and
playfully slapping his face. Even if it was their custom he replace the
broken sofa until it was fixed, why would he allow the two girls to treat
him like a dog. He was the most respected and highly decorated sumo
wrestler in Japan. The countries greatest champion. It didn't make any
sense.

"As I stated before Osaka. I have a proposition I would like to discuss
with you. How would you like to come to the United States and wrestle for
me?" Vince asked. "Oh I couldn't leave Japan Mr. McMahon. I am a sumo
wrestling champion and greatly loved by my people." Osaka replied.
"Please Osaka. Call me Vince." He told the large man. "If you wish Vince.
But as I was saying. My title and the love of my people are very
important to me. Leaving Japan is totally out of the question." He said.
"I realise you are greatly loved and revered here in your country. But if
you were to wrestle for me you would become famous all over the world.
And it would be very profitable for you. Having money to buy what ever
you wish is much better then having the love of your people." Vince
replied with a smile.

Osaka began to pay more attention. It was a great honor to be the
champion sumo wrestler of Japan. But honor wouldn't buy him the things he
desired in life. This proposition was beginning to sound better and
better. He would be world famous, he would be a very rich man, and he
would be able to escape the ruling hands of his sister Tamiko and her
American friend Monica. Osaka began to look at the proposition as a
religious miracle. The Great Bu ddha must have sent this man to save me
from my pitiful existence as a slave to the two domineering females. It
was the only explanation that made any sense. He must not anger the Great
Buddha by refusing to accept the Americans offer. Making a God angry was
taboo.

"You say I would be a rich man? How much money are we talking about
Vince?" Osaka asked. "I am prepared to offer you a multi million dollar
contract if you'll sign with me tonight Osaka." Vince told him as he
pulled some papers from his vest pocket. Osaka completely forgot where he
was at or what he was doing. "MILLIONS OF DOLLARS!" He yelled as he
rolled to his left and quickly sat up. The unexpected maneuver dumped
Tamiko and Monica in the floor on their butts. They spilled their drinks
and dropped the bag of potato chips all over the floor. "OSAKA!" Tamiko
screamed. Her loud voice brought him back to reality. His face turned as
white as snow. "OH NO! I'm sorry girls. Please forgive me." He pleaded
with the two pissed off teenagers.

Tamiko and Monica climbed to their feet. "OK Tamiko. Do you want to
punish him or shall I?" Monica asked her friend. "Allow me my friend. He
disgraces me and my family by showing my guest a lack of respect. So his
discipline must be administered by me so we may regain our honor." She
told Monica. "I understand completely Tamiko. He's all yours." She said.
"Thank you my friend. On behalf of me and my family I humbly apologise
for my idiot brothers unthinking actions. I promise he will be severely
punished." Tamiko said as she bowed to her friend. "Thank you Tamiko.
Give him the beating he deserves and all will be forgiven." Monica said.
"Rest assured my friend. He will painfully pay for his stupidit y." She
replied.

Vince sat there unable to believe what he was hearing. The small Japanese
teenage female couldn't possibly be serious when she told her friend she
would punish Osaka. Tamiko was only about 5 foot tall and barely weighed
100 pounds. Osaka was roughly 6 and a half feet tall and weighed a
whopping 650 pounds. She was totally out of her mind if she thought she
could take on Osaka and win. It was physically impossible. But the
frightened look on Osaka's ashen face made him wonder if his assumption
was correct. The great sumo wrestling champion surely wasn't afraid of a
girl that was less then one sixth his size. Why he could snap her in half
without breaking a sweat. So why was his enormous body shaking like a
leaf.

Monica strolled over and sat down in one of the other chairs in the room.
Vince watched in a trance like state as Tamiko turned to her brother. The
little female looked like a dwarf standing next to the gigantic sumo
wrestler with his enormous girth. Being bare foot her head barely reached
as high as his large chest. And her 100 pound body even looked smaller
dressed in her skin tight red and white gymnastic uniform. It was a
comical sight to behold. Vince thought to himself. In retrospect to their
size, Tamiko looked like a two year old child challenging a fully grown
adult to a fight. It was the most ridiculous thing Vince had ever seen in
his life. It took every bit of self control he possessed to keep from
laughing out loud at the ludicrous scene playing out in front of him.

"Once again you have disgraced our family name Osaka. Your disrespect for
my frie nd Monica cannot go unpunished. I must regain our family honor
and make you pay for your callous behavior." She scolded. The great sumo
wrestler was trembling so bad he couldn't stop his thick legs from
shaking. "Please forgive me Tamiko. I am truly sorry for being so
careless. I humbly apologise for my rude behavior. Please give me a
chance to prove it to you and your honored guest. I swear on our family's
honor I will do my absolute best to make it up to you both." Osaka
pleaded. "I'm afraid it's to late brother. Your disgrace is hanging over
our heads and I must wipe it out. It is my duty as protector of our
family's honor to discipline you. So stop begging and fight." She
replied.

Osaka was close to tears. He knew convincing Tamiko to forgive his
blunder would be impossible but he had to try. It was going to be so
embarrassing to receive a terrible beating from his little sister in
front of his new employer. His only course of action was to give it his
all and pray to the mighty Buddha he would come out victorious this time.
With that slender hope in mind he raised his ham like fists and prepared
himself for battle. "I am pleased you have accepted your fate Osaka."
Tamiko said as she bowed to her big brother. "You are to be congratulated
for finding the courage to face me. I know how hard it must have been for
you. It is much more exciting to defeat an opponent who is doing his
level best to be triumphant. Even though we both know your pitiful
fighting skills are pathetic."

Tamiko put up her dainty female fists and took a fighting stance.
"Alright Osaka. Lets get started with your well deserved punishment."
Vince picked the wrong time to blink. Tamiko was standing about three
feet away from her brother. In the split second it took to blink his
eyes, she was in front of him pounding his rotund girth with rapier
punches. He never saw her move. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Her
lightening quick fists were a complete blur. Osaka threw a mighty punch
at the little female but it seemed to take an hour to reach it's
destination. Tamiko was long gone by the time it arrived. Vince was
astounded by her speed and his clumsiness. It was unbelievable.
"THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!"

Her relentless destruction of his large stomach forced his head down
where she could easily reach it.
"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" The enormous sumo
wrestler was kept off balance and confused by her strategic maneuvers. As
soon as he lowered his beefy arms to protect his stomach his face was
pulverized by her flashing fists. If he tried to keep his face from
receiving to much damage, his mid section, ribs, and kidneys was
thoroughly battered by the dark haired warrior. Osaka was lost for an
answer. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Punch after devastating
punch ripped into his exposed face or wide open body. He was completely
helpless.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Osaka was stumbling around
like a drunk. It was utterly impossible for him to avoid her stinging
blows. The little female gladiator was a whirling tornado that was taking
him apart piece by piece. All of a sudden she changed tactics. Tamiko
grabbed his left arm he had stretched out in front of him trying to keep
her away. Using his arm and expansive frame for leverage she vaulted up
and wrapped her shapely legs around his throat. Osaka was so off balance
she was able to use her meager 100 pounds of weigh t to bring his head
down as she threw her small body towards the floor. The end result was
catastrophic for the huge male wrestler. About three feet from the floor
she twisted her feminine body and used her strong legs to flip his huge
650 pounds completely over. "SLAM!" The house shook when he hit the floor
on his back.

Still controlling his left arm she kept it pinned to the floor under her
slender body. Her gorgeous legs were tightly wrapped around his throat in
an unbreakable scissors with his chin resting in the crease behind her
right knee. Tamiko reached with her right arm and grabbed her crossed
feet as she bent her legs. She pulled her feet towards her putting a
tremendous strain on his chin and neck. Osaka squealed like a pig and
frantically clawed at her right leg with his telephone pole size right
arm. But it was a useless effort on his part. Many years of gymnastic
training had formed rock hard muscles in her strong legs. There was
nothing he could do to ease the pressure of her secure hold. Osaka feared
his neck was going to snap.

"You know you don't stand any chance of freeing yourself from my legs
Osaka. They are my strongest asset. Now settle down and accept your
punishment before you make me angry and I really hurt you." Tears were
beginning to fall from the gigantic males slightly swollen eyes. He was
so ashamed of himself for being so weak and helpless against his sixteen
year old little sister. Being twenty two and more then five hundred
pounds heavier then Tamiko, he should have been able to handle her with
ease. But the exact opposite occurred when they tangled. She could beat
him senseless with her fists or wrap him up in complex wrestling holds he
couldn't break if he had six arms. And she did it so easily. The pain sh
e caused him was excruciating. But it didn't come close to matching the
pain he felt in his broken heart for always losing to Tamiko. The only
cure for that pain was to defeat her. And that was impossible. She had
proved it to him on numerous occasions.

When Tamiko had him crying like a baby she felt she had humiliated him
enough with this particular hold. It was time to move on to something
else. She slowly uncoiled her powerful legs from around his throat and
climbed to her feet. "Get up Osaka. I'm not through disciplining you for
your unforgivable behavior. I have more painful holds to put you in while
I listen to your screams. And there are many places on your face and body
that need the attention of my fists. So move your ass wimp before I pin
you to the floor and beat you to a pulp." She threatened. Sobbing like a
spoiled child that hadn't gotten his way, Osaka got up. "Good boy. Now
raise your useless arms and lets continue. I promised Monica I would give
you a severe beating for your stupidity and I will not break that
promise. Now fight you pathetic little weakling."

He knew in his mind it was futile to try and beat her. But his male pride
drove him forward with renewed determination. He was angry with her for
treating him like he was nothing and talking to him like he was a child.
He was even more angry with himself because he couldn't stop crying like
a baby. Tamiko hadn't hurt him that much yet. But self pity and fear of
what she was capable of doing had taken over his monstrous body. With
concentrated effort he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and
attacked. Male arms the size of oak tree limbs were firing massive
punches at the diminutive female fighter. Any one of t hem would connect
with the power of a semi truck if they landed. But the agile Tamiko
danced around his thunderous attempts like it was the simplest thing in
the world to do.

Like Tamiko told him earlier, her strong legs were her greatest asset.
She decided to use them for a change of pace to break him down. After
dodging a murderous right she drove the sole of her foot into his
extremely wide girth. "WHAM!" Next she ducked under a heavy left and used
her cute toes and upper foot to kick him in the ribs. "WHAM!" Another
hard punch was eluded before she stomped on his left thigh with her sole
and then kicked him in the face with her upper foot when he grunted from
the pain and bent over. "WHAM!..WHAP!" Osaka stumbled back but kept his
footing. Not giving up he went at her again. Tamiko eluded his right and
swung her gorgeous right leg upward as hard as she could. "WHAM!" The
kick caught him under the arm near his armpit. She smiled when she saw
him grimace from the pain. His right arm fell limp from the charlie horse
she had given him.

When something is working you should stay with it. Tamiko thought to
herself. When she avoided his left cross her muscular leg shot upward
again. "WHAM!" His left arm drooped down just as his right had done. With
both of his huge arms momentarily incapacitated, Tamiko opened up with a
deluge of powerful kicks to all parts of his unmissable body. Osaka was
totally defenseless. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" Her movements
resembled a beautiful ballerina. His ribs, stomach, thighs, kidneys, and
chest were in a great deal of pain. Keeping up the pressure Tamiko leaped
up and kicked him in the jaw with her upper right foot. "WHAP!" Spinning
her body in mid air she came around and kicked him in the exact same spot
with the sole of her left foot. "WHAP!" Osaka stumbled sideways while she
lightly landed on her feet.

Osaka was so frustrated he threw his arms out wide and roared like a
fierce grizzly bear. Tamiko took advantage of his complete lack of
judgment. She sprinted forward and leaped up on his left thigh with her
right foot. Using it as a spring board she placed her left foot on his
stomach and kicked upward with her right leg using all the power she
could generate. The move worked perfectly. "WHHHAAP!" Her right foot
exploded on his chin like dynamite going off. She executed a perfect back
flip and gracefully landed on her feet. Osaka's head snapped back and
remained there. His eyes rolled back in their sockets while his eye lids
closed up. A few seconds later his enormous body slowly toppled over
backwards like a mighty redwood that had been chopped down. "SLAM!" The
house shook on it's foundation again.

Tamiko sauntered over to where her unconscious brother laid. She casually
picked up his legs and bent him in half placing his toes down by his
ears. She spread her own legs wide and straddled his sleeping body before
lying down on top of him. The circumference of his limbs was so great she
was able to pin his arms to the floor using his own legs. Her mere 100
pounds was enough to keep him pinned down under her. This left her hands
free to do what she wanted to him. Tamiko slapped her brother until his
eyes flew open. His face instantly turned red. Bent in half he was having
trouble breathing. "You are pathetic Osaka. Simply pathetic. You're six
years older then I am and over six times my size. Yet I can easily handle
you like you were a six day old infant weighing six pounds. You should be
totally ashamed of yourself for being so weak. You're a very poor excuse
for a champion Osaka."

Heavy tears poured down the sides of his head like two rushing
waterfalls. Every word she spoke was the truth. His broken heart
shattered into a thousand pieces when he admitted that to himself. He was
nothing but a fake champion who accepted the worship of his people
because it made him feel like he was someone important. But he wasn't.
The lowest servant in any Noble Lords house was more important then he
was. Because his meaningless life had a purpose. Osaka's purpose in life
had been deceit. Accepting praise and hero worship from his people for
being a great sumo wrestling champion. When all along he was a lamb
dressed in wolf's clothing. A lamb his little sister could slaughter if
she so desired. Osaka was a complete fraud. He sobbed uncontrollably.

"SLAP!..SLAP!" "Stop that blubbering wimp." Tamiko ordered as she slapped
one side of his tear stained face and back handed the other. "You could
at least act like a man you pitiful little weakling. I am even ashamed of
you for being such as cry baby. Now shut up that whining and pay
attention." Osaka couldn't seem to stop. Absolute fear of his dominate
little sister filled him like a virus. Plus the demoralizing fact of
facing the truth about himself cut him clear to the soul. "SLAP!..SLAP!"
"Stop crying. Do you hear me you over grown sissy? Obey me before I lose
my temper. You are dangerously close to receiving a very brutal beating
if you don't stop blubbering." She threatened. He wanted to more then
anything. But he was so afraid he couldn't stop the tears from coming.

Tamiko finally snapped. She climbed off of him and grabbed a handful of
his hair with her strong left hand. "GET UP!" She screamed as she dragged
him to his feet. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "PLEASE TAMIKO I AM SORRY! I
CAN'T HELP IT! PLEASE DON'T BEAT ME!" Tamiko wasn't listening. "SMACK!"
"YOU WILL OBEY ME WHEN I GIVE YOU AN ORDER!" "SMACK!" "I WILL NOT
TOLERATE DISOBEDIENCE!" "SMACK!" "FIRST YOU DISGRACE OUR FAMILY BY
DISRESPECTING MY GUEST!" "SMACK!" "NOW YOU DISGRACE YOURSELF BY
CONSTANTLY BLUBBERING IN FRONT OF HER!" "SMACK!" "HAVE YOU NO HONOR OR
PRIDE AT ALL WIMP?" "SMACK!" "I AM SO ASHAMED I CAN'T STAND TO BE AROUND
YOU!" "SMACK!" "YOU MAKE ME SICK YOU PATHETIC CRY BABY!"
"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"

Vince watched Osaka's massacre with mixed emotions. He was thoroughly
fascinated by the speed and power of the diminutive female teenager. But
he felt sick to his stomach seeing his dream go down the drain. If little
Tamiko could dominate the gigantic sumo wrestler so easily, he wouldn't
have a prayer against the strong and powerful Stacy Keibler. She would
humiliate Osaka beyond his wildest dream and leave nothing but a shell of
the man he once was in the ring. Sadly his long search for the man he
needed to gain back and keep control of the WWE was not over. Coming to
Japan had been a complete bust. He really was counting on Osaka being the
man he so desperately needed. But obvious proof he wasn't was staring him
right in the face. He must keep searching.

"SMMMACKK!" The powerful uppercut sounded like a gun shot. Vince had to
move his feet so the out cold Osaka would land on them. When he looked
down at the sumo wrestlers badly swollen, grotesque face he nearly
fainted. His facial features were so blown out of proportion and multi
colored you couldn't tell what he looked like. Vince had been around the
wrestling and fight game all his life. But he never witnessed such a
savage destruction of a person's face like the one he was looking at now.
It totally boggled his mind to know a 100 pound female had caused so much
damage with her tiny fists. It just didn't seem conceivable. But his own
eyes were positive proof it happened.

Vince watched as Tamiko slapped Osaka awake and flipped him over on his
rotund stomach. She grabbed a handful of his hair and slightly raised his
battered face up from the floor. Then she placed her bare foot under his
busted up swollen lips and forced him to kiss it while apologising for
his dishonorable actions. She continued his humiliation by making him
kiss her other foot as well. Osaka was crying his eyes out and begging
his little sister for mercy. Vince slid out of the chair and slowly
walked to the entrance hall. The last thing he saw was Tamiko forcing him
to cover the bare feet of the beautiful American girl with tender kisses
from his over sized swollen lips. He heard Osaka crying and begging
Monica for forgiveness for disrespecting her as he slipped out the door.

Vince hailed a cab and returned to his hotel room. A good nights sleep
and he would be on his way again. He refused to give up. There was rumors
floating around about an enormous muscular man in Argentina that wrestled
alligators, bears, and large bulls. That's where he would go next. He
vowed to leave no stone unturned until he found th e man he was seeking.
It wasn't much of a life but it's all he had. He wouldn't rest until the
WWE was safely back in his capable hands and men were the headliners on
the card. That was the only suitable conclusion he would accept. Vince
McMahon as wrestling Promoter and a well deserving MALE as champion of
the world. Hopefully Argentina would be his last stop.