Big girls.net

(or, whatever happens in the Village, stays in the Village)

Five producers of a website featuring large women invade a sumo village

By Mongoose750 (mongoose750@yahoo.com)

Shaggy patted Mack on the shoulder. “Gentlemen, I have found the mother lode!”

“Oh yeah? What did you find?” Mack asked.

Shaggy, nicknamed that because of his physical resemblance to the character on the cartoon Scooby-Doo, was the brains behind the website biggirls.net. The purpose of the site was to show pictures, video clips, and movies of fat women. The fatter, the better, and the fewer clothes they were wearing at the time, that was even greater.

Shaggy, whose real name was Sherwood Forrest (and yes, he got jokes about that too. If it wasn’t for Shaggy, he would’ve been called Robin Hood), came up with the idea originally as a joke when he made a video of a frat brothers’ overweight cousin dancing and singing in her underwear as she was getting ready for a party. It became an instant underground hit. Suddenly, Shaggy was getting requests from guys to shoot little movies of more fat women doing whatever, preferably in either a swimsuit, bikini, leotard, underwear, or best of all, nothing at all.

It dawned on Shaggy that the reason guys wanted movies of these women was not because they wanted something to laugh at, or for blackmail, but because there were many men out there who preferred and really liked large women. If there were many men who preferred a Butterball to Barbie, then there was possibly a market there. So he gathered four of his closest friends, and biggirls.net was born.

One man, a devoted fan, emailed Shaggy and his crew, saying that the site was genius. An interesting remark, considering that all five men were college dropouts, and with the exception of Shaggy, four of them worked dead-end jobs, while raking in the profits. The day jobs were a cover to keep their parents and anyone else from suspecting anything.

Mack Gallagher, an average-looking white guy with short brown hair, was on the ten-year-plan of getting a bachelor degree in . . . something when Shaggy approached him with the idea. Mack was short for Machiavelli, because his parents wanted him to accomplish something great, and didn’t want to settle with giving him an ordinary name. Mack still wasn’t sure who Machiavelli was, despite his parents, professors, and history, political science, and philosophy majors explaining it to him. He still tended to think the name belonged to some painter in the Middle Ages, or one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Pearl Brown (who is really Paul Brown, but he adopted the name Pearl because a famous basketball player had it, and to attract women), was a black man with short black hair, dark brown skin, and a medium build. He was on his way out of college, despite his highly educated parents stressing to him that his ancestors once fought and died to have an education, and quoted the famous slogan of the United Negro College Fund, a mind was a terrible thing to waste. He recently came from an assignment at the local YWCA, shooting videos of large women changing and taking showers after their workout. The movie sales from that so far were as precious as gold.

Dave Bright was tall, blond, and worked at a retail clothing store. His progress in school was a clear contradiction to his last name. >>From where he worked, he had chose a few “stars” of a few videos. It had made the dreary job much more interesting.

Charlie Harder or “Carrot,” because of his bright red hair, worn in an average-sized Afro, actually did well in college. After a successful semester, he just quit, and started working with Shaggy.

Again, all five were doing well, but Shaggy was the only one who lived solely on the movie sales alone. His family was just happy he was working, and it didn’t have anything to do with the mob, or drugs.

The group was standing outside the websites’ headquarters, a large double wide trailer that looked rundown on the outside, but was stocked with the latest video equipment and computers. It also had a nice kitchen, a well-stocked bar, and two guest rooms with a couple of beds for overnight editing sessions. Shaggy also lived there as well.

“The mother lode? The last time I heard that was when that fat acceptance organization was in town,” Carrot said. “It was murder trying to get into those hotel rooms. It was even harder trying to get them dressing. It paid off though.”

“Well I guarantee this will be much easier,” Shaggy assured him.

“I sure hope so. Some of those folks at the Y were getting suspicious,” Pearl said. “I decided to cool down for a while.”

“You take down all the video equipment?”

“It's in the car, safe and sound.”

“So what is this jackpot you're talking about that'll rake in the dough?” Dave demanded.

“You ever hear of . . . the Village?” Shaggy said in a soft voice.

“The sumo village? Man, that’ll make us richer than we already are!” Mack exclaimed.

“That’ll make us rich, period,” Pearl added. “But how are we going to pull that off? That place is like Fort Knox, man.”

Shaggy picked up a stick, and drew a large rectangle in the dirt. “Here’s the building to the Village. Three of those sides are wide open. But this side,” he pointed to the right side with the stick, “is covered in woods. There are many balconies there. It’s a little matter of climbing a tree, and making our way in.”

“Security is still tight, man,” Pearl objected.

“Oh that. I provided the proper incentive for the security guard to watch his movie, do Sudoku, or whatever it is he does in his downtime for a little bit longer while we get busy.”

“How much of an incentive?” Dave asked.

“Besides the couple of hundred I gave him, two percent of the film sales for the first month.”

“That should make him a repeat customer as well,” Mack said.

“Wait a minute, this sounds all well and good, but how do we know these sumo chicks aren’t looking out the window or something?” Dave asked.

Shaggy smiled, trying to keep his excitement under control. “They are in-between seasons right now, and to keep themselves in fighting shape, they have what they call ‘Midnight Mashers,’ intermural tournaments they run, starting around ten, and it lasts until one. Before all that, they have some type of meeting. Everyone is supposed to attend. So we have like an hour window in which to get in, film what we can for a start, get out, and watch the bucks roll in.”

“Who has the honors?” Pearl asked.

Shaggy slapped his hand on Mack’s shoulder. “Mack does. Dave, you’re too tall, Charlie, I’m afraid with your hair and that complexion, you might glow, and Pearl, you’ve done a week at the Y, you need a break.”

“Yes sir,” Pearl agreed.

“I don’t care who does it, I’m just interested in the results,” Dave added.

“All right. Let’s get some rest, and we’ll meet back here around nine thirty,” Shaggy said.

“We?”

“Yeah, we’re going to sit in the parking lot, and provide backup. I worked for a year to get this opportunity, and I want to be there, at least to cheer you on. Oh, I forgot to mention, the side you’ll be scaling might be where the heavyweights are, or at least the middleweights. We have a few customers who pay us double if we can get a shot of a fat woman in one of those belts. See you later.”

At nightfall, the gang returned, made sure they had the proper equipment, piled in the car, and drove off to the sumo village. The security guard saw them, saw Shaggy’s code sign (nothing fancy, just a gesture of someone filming), and smiled, letting them through, dreaming about that fishing boat he planned to make a payment on. The car stopped at a certain point, and Max hopped out, clad in black, even putting a little greasepaint on his face, like commandos do before a raid. He gave a mock salute, and trotted off into the woods. The car found a nearby spot at a parking lot, and parked there.

After running the site for a few years, the crew started to become well versed in covert tactics to get their footage. Watching a few combat movies didn’t hurt either. For Mack, it was almost too easy. The lamp strapped to his toboggan guided him through the woods easily. Once he reached the side of the building, he saw one tree resting atop another, giving him easy access. He could almost walk up the trunk to the second floor. The security lights provided plenty of illumination, so he flicked his head lamp off, checked his mini-backpack, and made his way up.

The sumo village was originally an old motel, so what served as a balcony was formerly a way customers used to get to their rooms. Since then, the front doors were fixed so they could be accessed from inside the building, leaving the other area for if one needed fresh air, or grow a little garden. In place of the former front doors were sliding glass doors, some covered with curtains, some not. After taking several close peeks, Mack tested one door, and it slid open to his delight.

The room was still similar to its motel beginnings, with a small bathroom, bedroom/dining room, and the familiar furniture. The bed and living room suite was different, but the dining room table was still the same. The closets were deeper too. That was great.

Mack risked a peek down the hall. He saw a couple of wrestlers chatting. From what he was told, the sumo village was a foot fetishist’s dream, for all the women went barefoot inside. If there were any foot fans in their clientele, they’ll pay well indeed. He started to hear voices, so he went in the closet.

He pulled the mini-cam out of his backpack, and switched it on. His timing was pretty good, because the rooms’ occupant came in the door. She was an Asian-American woman, between 5’6” and 5’7”, wearing a blue sweatshirt and jeans. She padded into the bathroom, and closed the door. Half a minute later, the shower was on.

Mack was now very excited, for if no one else was in the room, apartment, or house, a woman would walk around nude for a long time, until she had to get dressed for whatever reason. He felt real lucky to score this quickly. The shower didn’t take long, and the door opened, with some steam coming out. Mack was surprised.

For what came out of the shower was not fat at all. Far from it. She was very buff. She didn’t have large breasts, actually almost flat-chested, but the rest of her was very nice, like someone carved those abs and sculpted those legs on her. Wearing nothing but the towel around her shoulders, the woman looked at a clock, then walked over to a drawer, and pulled out a blue mawashi. Before Mack could brace himself, she also pulled out a pair of thong briefs. Not the string kind that was the same as wearing nothing, but the kind that had width and was actually functional.

So they do wear something under those things, Mack thought as he continued filming.

After the panties, the woman pulled on her practice mawashi. Mack was told by someone once that the actual belts the sumo wrestlers wore was actually a thick wrap that required another person to put on. Someone eventually created a version of that belt that wasn’t as thick, but it could take the rigors of everyday practice, and best of all, one man or woman could pull them on without help. Some were pushing for those to be used in competition. Whatever the case, she still looked good in it.

Mack knew this wasn’t exactly what they were looking for, but the fact that he shot a sumo wrestler in the buff at all may counter any complaints. Later, they could figure out where the heavyweights were, and put them on video.

The woman looked herself over in the mirror, which stood alongside the closet. She apparently left her closet half open all the time, because the door was blocked by something. More viewing time for me, Mack thought. When she had everything straightened out, she sprayed a shot of deodorant under each arm, and started warming up with some shiko, or foot stomping exercises. That consisted of standing in a horse stance and lifting one leg in the air sideways, and then slamming it down, followed by doing the same with the other leg.

Mack’s hands were getting a little sweaty. He didn’t get his kicks shooting movies of women without their knowledge, but this case was different. Their customers may like big women, but he always liked buff women. His phone vibrated in his pocket. With practiced skill, he pulled it out and scanned the text, keeping the camera still as he did so.

“How’s it going?” The text message from Shaggy read.

“See for yourself,” Mack texted back, and switched his phone to video function. Shaggy (and no doubt the others) saw the woman doing her little workout. The phone vibrated with another message.

“Hot!!! We’ll put it up when we get back, ASAP,” Shaggy texted.

The mini-cams that the men used for their website were specially designed. In other words, they were either black to begin with, painted black, or covered with black duct tape, for obvious reasons. Aside from the lens, and the website stenciled on the side, the power/recording light was the only indicator that the camera was running, or even existed in the closet. Practicality demanded that the light would be visible so they’d know if the camera had enough power, and if it’s on and recording. It was a small, blinking green light; not bright enough to be a beacon, but bright enough to stand out in a dark closet if one actually looked.

The woman was in her own world, while she was working out, but out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something. She grabbed her blue sports bra and slipped it on. Next, she faced a large screen TV, and resumed her drills. Mack hid behind some clothes when it looked like she saw something suspicious. When it appeared she didn’t, he eased out and continued filming, along with giving the guys a free show on his cell phone.

The woman did a few more stomps, then stopped, staring at the black screen. Mack wondered what was wrong, until he saw the reflection of the green light on the TV screen.

“How dare you!” The woman roared as she whipped around, glaring at the closet. Then she charged forward.

Mack still had in his mind the stereotype of sumo wrestlers being slow moving. That was shattered as she grabbed him and dragged him out of the closet onto the floor. He scrambled to his feet and tried to run, but she tackled him.

“You taped me naked, you little creep!” She swore as she reached for the camera while pinning him down. He barely kept it out of reach.

She’s strong, Mack thought, fighting her off. Finally, he threw a punch, hitting her on one of her breasts. She stood back, looking at where he hit her, and then looked at him. Mack was freed up enough to scramble to his feet.

“You couldn’t stop taping them, now you have to touch them too?” She said slowly. Her eyes were smoldering.

“Now look,” Mack said, backing into the living room. “Let’s not be rash!”

The woman gave a roar that the Hulk would envy, then charged Mack, picked him up, and threw him to the floor, rattling nearby glass.

“You little punk!” She yelled, grabbing a hold of his shirt as she pulled back her fist. She glanced at the camera. “Big Girls.com, eh? Well, you’re going to hand over that camera now, or you’ll see what this ‘big girl’ can do!”

Suddenly the back door opened, and Shaggy and the rest of the crew rushed inside. When they saw the woman charge Mack on his cell phone, they thought he might need some help. However, they hesitated, because the woman straddling Mack gave them a look similar to a cougar who just captured her prey, and seemed ready to claw apart anyone who would interfere.

Before the guys could act, the front door opened, and a group of sumo wrestlers, most already clad in their sumo wear, and most of them middleweights rushed in.

“Rose, are you all right?” A wrestler said, until she saw the full scene before her.

“Here,” Mack said, stretching out his hand with the mini-cam. Carrot stepped in and grabbed it, before bolting to the backdoor.

The group planned for this in advance for situations like this. The first thing was to get the camera. This insured the success of “the mission,” plus the other party wouldn’t have much evidence to use in case of a lawsuit. A couple of lawyers were ready to be put into use in case of capture. The remainder of the group except for Mack followed Carrot out the door.

“No!” Rose cried, and turned toward the other wrestlers. She just nodded her head in the men’s direction, and they ran after them. Then she turned her eyes back to Mack.

For the men, the escape route was simple. However, the women had the advantage of shortcuts via their own apartments’ backdoors to cut them off. This made escape a little more difficult. A woman the same size and build as Rose, similar in ancestry with long black hair, adorned in unbraided pony tails, dressed in a red mawashi and matching sports bra, tackled Pearl to the balcony floor. Once she had done so, she straddled him, and started punching, her fists moving like pistons. Several yards away, a black wrestler with a two-inch afro, an inch taller than Rose wearing an olive mawashi with matching bikini top, holding a more rounded build, including a prominent belly more solid than it looked, engaged Carrot, and grasping his belt and shirt, threw him over the railing. An instant later, she kicked herself, because the man she threw was the one with the mini-cam.

Fortunately for Carrot, a large bush broke his fall. For a moment, he was stuck, so he extended his hand for someone to grab the camera. Shaggy took it, and then took Carrot’s hand to pull him out of the shrubbery. Since he and the others climbed over the railing and jumped, he figured the sumotori wouldn’t take the direct route, giving them a few seconds. He was wrong. The women dropped to the ground, and to Shaggy’s horror, they were fast. Weren’t sumo wrestlers supposed to be big and slow? Well many of them were big (not in the way Shaggy thought), but they sure weren’t slow.

Meanwhile, at the Village, Mack was afraid to move. He realized there was a flipside to watching a beautifully fit woman, and that was being trapped by one, and that woman being very angry at you. In fact, it looked like Rose wanted him to make a move, so she could beat the holy snot out of him.

“Look, I’m sure we can work this out,” Mack began.

“You’re not doing anything, boy, not until I get that cam,” Rose roared softly.

“But . . . we can pay you.” That only achieved the opposite effect as Rose’s eyes bore into him.

“So now you think I’m for sale?” She sneered. “You and those men were going to make money off seeing me naked, and now you offer money to me because you got caught? I know all about your website, boy. And I am not a Playboy bunny, a swimsuit model, a blob, or a sideshow freak; I am a sumo wrestler, an athlete, and I would sooner see you dead, than have my body displayed like some common whore!”

Before Mack could find a response, he saw out on the balcony the red-garbed wrestler dragging someone by the ankles. It was Pearl, face bruised and out cold. Rose just grinned slowly.

“Rose, would you like me to help? Take care of him while you get yourself settled?” This was from a curly blond-headed lightweight who looked like she was a gymnast at one time, but now had a more rounded build. She wore black leggings and a white sports bra.

“No, I like it here,” Rose said, continuing to stare down at Mack.

The blond laughed softly. “Want me to call the police?”

“No, I want you to call Mother, she’ll know what to do.”

Now she’s going to have her whole family come after me, Mack thought.

Rose seemed to read his mind. “Our ‘mother’ is what we call our stable master. You see, the normal thing would be to call the police, where they’ll throw you in jail overnight, then we’ll go to court, and our lawyers would take on your lawyers, etc. That would be too good for you. But we like to take care of our own affairs here. You’ll see.”

While they were running, Shaggy yelled “Blue sedan!” The three men circled around a blue car and acted like they were trying to get in. The wrestlers acted on that, and were confused when the guys instead fled and jumped in a car colored with gray primer instead. Shaggy had a sports car and a jeep in his garage, but he used an older car for his exploits, because a sports car stands out as well as a jeep. A plain, ordinary car fits in almost anywhere. The car also had plenty of horsepower for quick getaways. The little misdirection worked long enough for them to get away.

The small group of wrestlers stood there in the parking lot angry and swearing vengeance, when another car pulled up in front of them. In it, a tall black woman, slim and muscular with short black hair close to the scalp, and dressed in a black sleeveless T-shirt and black bicycle shorts sat behind the wheel.

“Get in,” she said in a soft voice.

Three women piled in before she took off.

“How did you know to get your car?” One wrestler asked Amy, the driver of the car.

“Marie, I figured if they had a plan to get here, they have a plan to get away. If we drive just fast enough to keep the ugly gray car in sight, they won’t notice us,” Amy replied.

The security guard saw Shaggy and his crew zoom past his post without stopping, or waving goodbye. Strange. No matter, he still got his money, plus a little something to watch late at night. However, the reason for Shaggy’s abrupt departure became apparent shortly when a carload of sumo wrestlers passed by, not looking very happy.

It didn’t take long for the security guard to put two and two together. If the sumo wrestlers were after Shaggy, then they got caught. Since they got caught, the question will eventually settle on how they got in the Village, which would bring up another question on how they got past him.

The security guard took off his badge, turned the lights out to his guard shack, got in his car and went home. He decided to quit, effective immediately. There was a sick aunt who desperately needed someone to take care of her. Maybe that rich one who ran marathons, and spent half her time leering at the pool boy would be the one. In the morning, the Village would not be a safe place to be.

At home, stablemaster Robin Chung had three phones. One was her house phone, another was her personal cellphone, and the third was a cellphone that her stable would use in case of an emergency, or an urgent matter. On this night, she was in bed after calling it an early night. The ringtone for the second cellphone, which was Carl Douglas’ Kung Fu Fighting, sang through the night. With practiced skill, Robin snatched it on the middle of the second ring, and said, “Yes?”

“It’s Charlotte, ma’am. We had some intruders at the Village tonight.”

This caused Robin to sit up. “What kind of intruders?” She demanded.

“The kind who was filming Rose for some website.”

“Do you or some of the others have any way of recognizing them?”

“Better,” Charlotte replied with a smile in her voice. “We have two of them in custody, while some of the others are after the rest of them in hot pursuit.”

“Is Rose all right?”

“She’s fine. She’s got one of them, the one who taped her is pinned down right now.”

Now a grim grin lit up Robin’s face. “I’ll be there shortly. Make sure those two men don’t leave. Contact Rosaline and catch her up. Tell everyone I’m coming. See you shortly.” She hung up and got out of bed.

“What’s going on?” Daniel, her husband said.

In the dark, Robin pulled out some sweat clothes. “We had some men break into the Village and make movies on one of our wrestlers. We caught two of them, and some of the wrestlers are chasing the rest.”

Daniel rubbed his eyes. “Wait a minute, how is that possible? After that boyfriend incident, no men are allowed on the campus after eight on weekdays or nine o’clock on weekends. I have to be escorted everywhere there, and I’m your husband,” he reasoned.

“I know; must be a breakdown in security. Right now, I need to go over there and see for myself.”

“Need any help?”

“I don’t think so, thanks for asking. I will call to keep you updated.”

Robin washed her face, brushed her hair, pulled on her sweats, and then flew out the door to her car. The Village was only five minutes away, and they were supposed to be having their intermural matches at this time. Somehow, she’ll get to the bottom of this, she thought.

“What’re we going to do about Pearl and Mack?” Dave asked as they sped through town.

“We’ll either come back and get them, or they’ll have to let them go. Other than trespassing, they don’t have much in the way of evidence,” Shaggy said, raising the min-cam in his hand. “In fact, Carrot, you could get that one woman on assault.”

“Mack could too, except I think attempted murder may be the case. Did you see the look on her face?” Carrot said.

“What do you think prompted me to go get him? Don’t worry, if she lays one finger on him, we’ll sue and we’ll own that stable.”

“Wouldn’t that be cool?” Dave remarked.

If any of the three looked back behind them, well they wouldn’t see much, because that particular part of town was well lit. Any car speeding after them would be easy to spot.

But what if that car had its lights off?

“Amy, is this legal?” Marie asked.

“Of course not!” Amy laughed. “This part of town is so well lit, we don’t need lights. We’ll play it by ear when we enter the dark parts.”

“What if a cop sees us?”

“Then we tell them what’s going on. But I don’t want cops.”

The two others in the car agreed.

Marie stared straight ahead. “Me either.”

Robin entered Roses’ room. There wasn’t much to be said of the other guy, Mia made short work of him, and it looked like she was ready to beat him some more. Even she didn’t know the woman had that much aggression. The other man was still on the floor, with Rose straddling him, ready to belt him if he moved an inch.

“Have you hit him?” Robin asked.

“Not yet, but there’s still time,” Rose replied, still staring at Mack.

“I see.”

“Who are you?” Mack asked, finding his voice.

“I’m the one who decides your fate, that’s who I am.”

“Well you need to tell her if she lays a hand on me, I’ll sue her so bad, she’ll regret it.”

“I see. Rose, tell me; do you care?”

“No,” Rose said flatly.

“I thought not. Still, let’s give you a break. Rosalind and Rin will take our guest and put him with the other man. He’ll have someone to talk to when he wakes up.”

“You can’t do this! That’s entrapment!” Mack cried.

“This is the Village. We can do whatever we want. Ladies?”

Rose finally rose to her feet, her eyes still on her quarry. Mack felt some relief, and considered making a break for it until he turned and saw the two women. One was his height, had her blond hair pulled back in a bun, and looked like she towed small trucks for a living. By hand. Her facial expression reminded Mack of that eleventh grade English teacher he never got along with in high school. She wore a blue leotard with a yellow stripe down each side. The other woman was 5’2”, but her arms and thighs were bigger than his. Smelling his fear, the smaller woman smiled.

“Rosalind is my second-in-command. She oversees things when I’m not here. She was a sumo wrestler for the Ukraine, and they settled things in-house. Rin, the shorter one, was in pancrease, an earlier version of mixed martial arts, for a few years. She had an excellent record too before she turned to sumo. You may want to think twice before resisting, or not, it’s your body. We just need to wait for the others.”

Mack turned, about to speak, but thought better of it.

“Yes, the rest of your group,” Robin continued. “They’ll be here, whether they want to or not.”

After Mack was taken away, Robin found a seat at the dining room table. With a gesture, she invited Rose to sit across from her.

“I know you’re angry, but aside from that, are you all right?” She asked.

“I’m fine,” Rose replied.

“I already know the answer, I think, but did he hurt you in any way?”

“No.”

“Good.” Robin paused, then grinned. “He’s afraid of you.”

“He should be,” Rose spat.

“That’s my girl. Now I want you to tell me everything that happened, as best as you can recall . . .”

Carrot fell, rather than sat on the sofa, while Shaggy got some drinks, and Dave readied the mini-cam to play on the big screen TV. “That was very close,” he said.

“We’re not out of the woods yet; we still have two comrades MIA,” Dave replied.

“Again, they don’t have much without the cam, man,” Shaggy reassured them. “We’ll need to think of a strategy if they get uppity. Meanwhile, let’s see what we have here.”

And that’s when they heard a knock on the door.

Shaggy’s trailer wasn’t remote, but not in suburbia either, just sort of in-between. It wasn’t too unusual for some guests to come over unexpectantly and ask to watch some “girly movies.”

Shaggy by habit, peeked out the window, but saw no one out there. Still, he opened the door.

And saw Amy, all six-foot-one of her.

“Hello,” she said.

Dave and Carrot stopped what they were doing, and toted their precious cargo to the other side of the trailer, only to be met by the other three sumo wrestlers, who entered via the backdoor. Dawn, a white brunette with long brown hair with a black and blue leotard with a black mawashi delivered a tornado kick, her bare foot striking Dave on the chin. He fell like a downed tree, and was about as responsive as one. Carrot was seized by a stocky Asian-American who was short with brown curly hair, wearing a light blue one-piece swimsuit, no belt. The two tussled for about five seconds before the woman threw him down to the floor, rattling glasses and everything else in the trailer. She clamped her arms around Carrot’s neck, and put him out in seconds.

Amy pushed Shaggy to the ground, and planted a large bare foot on his chest.

“Don’t . . . move,” she said. She looked around and asked, “Do we have it?”

Dawn reached down and plucked the mini-cam from Dave’s lifeless hand. “Yes we do,” she sang.

Marie walked in, her fluorescent orange leotard with a yellow marwashi seeming to glow in the dim lights of the trailer. Whipping her long black hair behind her, the 5’3” Hispanic stood on her bare toes to examine some DVD’s on a shelf. “Interesting,” she mused.

For a tech-head like Marie, it was like a ten-year-old on Christmas morning. Along with the DVD collection, she saw the various video equipment, computers, and other things that nearly made her squeal with delight. The things she could do with this stuff.

And then she had an idea.

“Dawn, could you find some rope or tape for our guests?” Amy asked.

“I’ll see what I can find,” Dawn replied.

Diane, the woman in the light blue swimsuit said, “That’s everyone, no one else is here.”

“Okay,” Amy replied.

“You can’t be here!” Shaggy yelled. “I’ll sue-”

“Shut up, or my foot will be on your face instead of your chest,” Amy warned.

“As I was getting ready to say, I don’t think we have enough room in your car to take them back,” Diane continued.

“Sure there is,” Amy smiled.

“I guess we could cram them in the back seat, and one of us can sit up front.”

“Diane,” Amy laughed, “there’s no need for any of us to share the same space with them. We have room . . . elsewhere.” She pulled out her car remote, and pressed a button. The trunk popped open. “I need a scarf, dirty sock, or something to gag this one. He’s going to be noisy, I think.”

Diane smiled. “We’ll have them packed right away. I’ll help you with him.” She trotted off to get more tape.

“Now you won’t be any more trouble, will you?” Amy said sweetly to Shaggy.

Marie waltzed over and said to Amy, “I’ll be with you all in a moment. I need to use the little boy’s room.” The last part of that statement was directed at Shaggy with a smile. That gave him a sick feeling.

“Sure sweetie, take as much time as you need. Need a hand?”

“No, I got this.”

Shaggy was ready to protest, but Diane gagged him before his protests could be heard.

One bumpy ride later (for Shaggy and company), the remainder of the crew was brought back to the Village, this time through the front doors like everyone else. Marie stepped out and borrowed Amy’s cellphone while the men were being escorted. Robin and Rose were still talking about what occurred when someone told them that the prisoners arrived.

“Excellent. Have them use the facilities, then put them in the same room with the other two,” Robin said.

“Which bathroom?” The wrestler asked.

“The guest facility with no windows, and only one way in or out. Thank you.”

Shaggy and the others found themselves in a type of lobby, he wasn’t sure. What he did know was that they sat on a cushioned sofa. On one end of the lobby was a room, an office maybe, and on the other end were doors leading out. However, right outside those doors were two women built like bears, and looked as mean as them too. And that wasn’t mentioning the other women prowling around, waiting to get a piece of them.

He looked at Pearl. “What happened to you, man?”

“I got beat up, man, what do you think?” He spat.

“They ganged up on you?”

“No, it was one.” Pearl pointed a finger. “See that woman in the red pacing back and forth? That’s her.”

“She’s built the same as the one Mack shot,” Dave remarked.

Pearl looked at Mack. “Well at least she didn’t lay a hand on you.”

“No, but she was ready to if I made any false moves. She was going to cold cock me if I even breathed wrong.”

“One came into the trailer and kicked me; just spun like a ballerina and kicked me. I’m still amazed I still have my head,” Dave lamented.

“Like a ballerina, eh?”

“Yeah, but she sure didn’t look like one. She had curves.”

“The woman I dealt with just threw me down and choked me out,” Carrot said. “At least I didn’t have to deal with the Amazon black woman that Shaggy did.”

Pearl looked at him. “And he didn’t get a scratch.”

“I just laid very still, and thought about all the long lists of lawsuits I’m going to rain upon them,” Shaggy said.

“Dude, I don’t think they care,” Mack replied. “That one woman didn’t care if she would go to prison for hitting me.”

“With that bod; she’d run the prison,” Carrot said.

“Whether they don’t care or not, they soon will care, because we’ll have our lawyers sue them so bad, they’ll be using their revenue to pay us.”

“At least we have the goods, completing our mission.” Mack saw Shaggy shaking his head. “What?”

“One of them took the cam from Dave after she knocked him out. That’s all right; when we add kidnaping to the list of charges against them, they’ll be afraid to even look at the camera, much less turn it on.”

“I’m telling you man, they don’t care about lawyers,” Mack repeated.

“That woman who hit me didn’t care,” Pearl said. “She even smiled when she – ahh!”

They turned, and was surprised as they saw a quiet Asian-American woman of 5’3” with a large build, wearing a black tank top, orange and black boxing shorts, short black hair, wire rim glasses, and using a neutral tone, said, “You can see her now,” as she pointed at Shaggy. He shrugged and rose. The woman stared at the others.

“What girl, you like what you see?” Mack said.

“No,” she replied as she walked Shaggy to the office. She sat down in a nearby chair after she had done so.

“Thank you, Rie.” This voice came from a woman behind a large desk appearing to do some paperwork, her head bowed while she done it.

Shaggy looked around the office. It was nice and well-equipped without seeming gaudy or part of the “establishment.” The woman sitting at her desk wore a royal blue sweatshirt and pants with flowers embroidered on one side. When she was finished, she stepped from behind the desk. Shaggy saw she stood 5’5”, and had an athletic build for what he could see, despite it being covered by the sweat suit. She was also barefoot as well. Did anyone in the Village own shoes?

“I am Robin Chung, stablemaster of the Crimson Dragons. Have a seat,” she said. Despite how polite she was, she didn’t shake his hand, nor was the invitation to sit an invitation, it was more like an order. Shaggy sat down anyway in front of the desk as Robin returned to it and sat down.

“So I see your name is Sherwood Forest.” Robin paused and said, “Robin Hood would be disappointed.”

“Call me Shaggy,” Shaggy sighed. The last thing he wanted was someone making fun of his given name.

“It’s just as well, since you do not strike me as the literary type at all. Naming yourself after a 1970’s cartoon character sounds about right.”

Despite the subtlety, Shaggy knew he was insulted, but he kept his cool. “Do you know how much trouble you’re in, right now?” He asked.

Robin grinned and rested her chin on one hand. “No, tell me,” she replied.

Shaggy ticked them off on his fingers. “Assault, kidnapping, theft, endangerment to start off with. When my lawyers get a hold of you, there may not be a Village for you to run.”

“Lawyers, everyone runs to lawyers.” Robin leaned back and crossed her legs. “You know, Shaggy, like you, I have a nickname too. Quite a few, actually. The most popular one is Mother. That’s because I tend to treat these wrestlers like my own children, at least that’s what I’m told. I prefer to settle matters like this in-house. But let’s talk about you. You are the leader if not the owner of the website biggirls.net, a pay site that shows overweight women on video, in various types of undress.”

“What, wait a minute, where did you get all this stuff, and how do you know my real name?”

Robin sighed. “The least you can do, ‘Shaggy,’ is to be honest with me. We had determined you were the leader by the way the others answer to you. We know it’s the website in question because the name is stenciled on the mini-cam, along with other items in your humble abode, or your trailer, and in case I’m talking over your head, and I think I am, your website specializes in showing movies of naked fat women. Now is that clear to you, or do I need to draw pictures? Oh, and I got your name from your wallet.” Robin held it up. “It fell out of your pocket.” She tossed it to him. “Don’t worry, everything’s still in there; I don’t need your money.”

Shaggy caught his wallet. “I demand for me and my friends to leave here right now. If you’re lucky, you may get to sleep in your own bed tonight.” He turned and started to get up. Rie rose from her seat. Shaggy paused and looked back at Robin.

“You are in the Village now, Mr. Forrest. You demand nothing,” she said calmly, but firmly. “Now you’re going to sit down, and we’re going to discuss this like two adults. You do not want to leave half-cocked. I would not be responsible for your safety.”

Shaggy sat back down slowly, asking, “Our ‘safety?’ What do you mean by that?”

“A number of things. Before we go on any further, tell me; what is the reason for your website?”

“We provide a public service,” Shaggy said proudly.

“A ‘public service,’” Robin echoed. “How is that?”

“There are many men who like fat women, and we show these fat women to paying customers for a small fee. Now is that clear to you, or do I need to draw pictures?” Shaggy spat at her.

“So you fancy yourself a Hugh Hefner for plus-sized and ‘fat’ women?”

“In a way, yes.”

Robin laughed and shook her head.

“You should be one to talk, being head of a sumo stable,” Shaggy added.

“Yes, I am one to talk,” Robin replied. “The problem with idiots like you is you actually think you know what you’re talking about.”

Shaggy again got up.

“Sit down, Mr. Forrest, we’re not finished.”

He sat down faster than he thought. Now he knew why she was called “mother.” Her tone reminded him of his own mother scolding him.

“It is one thing to tape some grossly obese woman lying on a couch in her underwear eating powdered donuts. It is entirely another to break into a sumo village and try to make movies of one of my athletes.”

Shaggy didn’t reply, but looked skeptical.

“Let’s start with the obvious, Mr. Forrest.”

“I said call me-”

“Shaggy was a buffoon! Wishful thinking, perhaps, but I like to think there is some sense of reason in your head. So I will call you by your formal name until you leave these premises. Now to begin with, my ladies are not ‘fat.’”

“Not fat?” Shaggy repeated.

“No. Those exercises that you saw Rose perform – by the way, here’s your friends’ phone,” Robin tossed it to Shaggy, “are known as shiko. This strengthens the leg muscles and lower body, as well as aids flexibility. The average sumo wrestler, either here, or with traditional sumo in Japan, does at least two-hundred of these almost every day. That’s just one of them. We also have weight training, cardio, several drills, and off-season intermural matches to be in shape. I bet you’re thinking about the heavyweights. They’re in better shape than you. You were brought here by one of them. You were wise to not take Amy on. Even the largest one we have can do the splits and move faster than you. We eat a nutritious breakfast, lunch, and dinner, none of that junk food you and your men stuff yourselves with. We are a community of athletes. My ladies work hard to be here. I resent you and the other fools coming here and shooting movies for your stupid website.”

Shaggy for a moment was speechless.

“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me how you were able to get in here in the first place? I suspect it has something to do with our now missing security guard. No matter, there’s nowhere he can escape from me.”

“What’s this ‘not being responsible for our safety’ crap? You brought us here,” Shaggy protested.

“Why Mr. Forrest, I thought you like it here so much the first time, you wouldn’t mind a return visit. Another thing about my ladies I forgot to mention, they come from a variety of backgrounds, particularly in the martial arts: judo, karate, kung fu, you name it. Some are former athletes in other sports, like track, gymnastics, bowling, even basketball. We actually had one woman who used be one of those women who lay on her couch eating donuts. She took every diet on the market, and considered one of those operations to remove her intestines when she came on my doorstep, wanting to ‘give us a shot.’ By the time the opening season arrived, she was in the best shape of her life. She even lost weight. She’s almost back to the weight she was, but it’s all muscle.

“In the case of Rose, she wasn’t a martial artist, she was a former bodybuilder. Of course you men were able to see that for yourself. I have one heavyweight who used to be a bare-knuckle boxer in Germany. She thought she’d get out while she still had a face left. Have you ever seen a bare-knuckle boxing match, Mr. Forrest? I tell you this, it’s not pretty.

“My point is there are all these women waiting to tear you apart if you set foot out those doors without an escort. If I was a vindictive woman, I’d give the five of you over to them. But I do have some mercy.”

“If any of your women laid a hand on me, or the others, my lawyers would sue them so hard, that belt thingie-”

“Mawashi,” Robin corrected.

“Mawashi would be the only piece of clothing they have.”

“There’s actually an underground women’s sumo circuit in Japan and Germany where that is all they wear. You could’ve used your money to travel there and make movies. However, they’re meaner over there.”

“Well after my lawyers get through-”

“Again with the lawyers! I don’t know if you thought of this, Mr. Forrest, but we have lawyers too. Of course, we use ours for contracts, tournaments, rules, things like that. But we have some to contact just in case things like this occur. But lawyers are so expensive. It’s much easier and cheaper to settle things in-house.”

Shaggy sat back. Now he was in the drivers’ seat. “And how would you like to settle this, ‘in-house,’ Ms. Chung?” He asked.

“I would like to invite the five of you to participate in our intermural sumo tournament.”

“What?”

“I’m inviting the five of you to participate in sumo with us. After it’s over, the five of you will be allowed to leave here safely.”

Shaggy smelled a rat. “No dice. You’ll hear from my lawyers in the morning.” He made an attempt to get up again.

“Mr. Forrest, if you walk out that door, I can guarantee you someone will jump you before you even reach the exit. Then your next movie will be filming fat nurses from your hospital bed.”

“You can’t threaten me-” Shaggy began, but Robin dismissed it with a hand gesture.

“Mr. Forrest, you sit here before me with a lot of assumptions, many of them false. You came with the assumption that women sumo just eat and get fat. We do not. You posture and threaten me like I am a frightened child or an idiot. I am neither. You talk to me with the notion we are on equal ground. We are not.

“Consider this, since we’re talking about law here. Did you know it’s legal to kill an intruder in your own home, or wherever you live?”

Robin seemed to watch with glee as Shaggy absorbed what he just heard. Still, he rallied for a last stand.

“But your women attacked my house! When my lawyers hear that-” Robin again dismissed that with a hand gesture.

“Mr. Forrest, you’re not going to go to your lawyers at all. First, because of how it sounds. Lady sumo wrestlers break into your home, abduct you, and force you into a sumo match. I’m not sure even those inane sitcoms on Monday nights would touch that. Secondly, when they hear the whole story, you won’t have a leg to stand on. And of course if you manage to carry out this threat, I’m sure the local media, and every woman who you caught on your movies without knowing would love to hear about it.”

This whole scene reminded Shaggy of a movie, but he couldn’t place it, until now. It was the Godfather movies, except this one starred Robin Chung as the Godmother. And this little meeting was nothing but a bout of verbal sparring, except Robin was a master swordsman with a rapier made from the finest steel, while he, a mere novice, had only a six-inch rusty switchblade. He saved his breath and said nothing. There was nothing else to be said.

“I will give you a few minutes to tell your friends. Then you will be escorted to a dressing room where you’ll be able to prepare. You can go now,” Robin said.

Shaggy got up. “If all these women weren’t here, I’d show you a little lesson,” he said.

Robin smiled. “Before I ran this stable, I was a sumo wrestler, middleweight category. I have the trophies, medals, and ribbons to prove it. Did you know sumo wrestling is a martial art? It was taught to samurai as a form of combat before the other martial arts in Japan began. And I was good at it. Still am, at the risk of bragging. I work out with these ladies every day. If you lay a hand on me, I will execute one of those moves that can incapacitate, cripple, or worse. We’ll see you in the ring.”

As the full weight of what Robin said hit Shaggy, Rie was there to escort him back to the group.

“You have five minutes,” Rie said as she left.

“Five minutes for what?” Carrot demanded.

“A sumo tournament . . . with us in it,” Shaggy admitted.

“What? I’m not going to do that!” Dave roared.

“If we don’t, we get to leave . . . where they’ll be waiting.” Shaggy cocked his head toward the doors. A few of the women were watching them like cats watch birds.

“I’m not going out there!” Pearl said. “Shaggy, you haven’t seen some of these girls. The one who hit me keeps pointing at me. She’s trying to make eye contact with me right now. At least with a sumo tournament we have a chance.”

“You sound like you’re scared of these women, Pearl,” Dave said.

“Yeah! And if you had any sense, you should be too. Or do you want that girl to kick you again?”

“What about the lawyers?” Carrot asked.

“Mack was right, they don’t care. This gets settled in-house, or out there,” Shaggy replied.

“Let’s do it. At least we’ll be back in business when this is done,” Mack stated.

“And there’s other sumo stables,” Carrot said confidentially.

“No, no more stables,” Shaggy replied.

“Why not?”

“Look out there. If we go to another one, and we get caught, they may not take any prisoners.”

Rie magically appeared. “Come with me,” she said as she led them to the doors.

Rie nodded her head at Rin, who turned to the small crowd of women. “The match is on!” She shouted.

The women cheered.

“So we can’t hang ‘em?” One asked.

“Maybe later,” another said. “We have to wrestle them first.”

A third interjected, “No, they can go after the matches are over.”

“I really wanted to hang ‘em,” the first lamented.

“No more of those late night westerns for you,” the third one concluded.

This didn’t do wonders for the men, who happened to be close enough to hear the whole exchange. For a short time, they were followed by a couple of the women, until Rin and Rosalin told them they’ll get a piece of the intruders when the matches start. They entered one of the dressing rooms, where a man in a blue jogging suit waited for them. He stifled a yawn.

“Who are you?” Shaggy asked.

“I’m Ray McCallum, at your service,” he said with a mock bow.

“So they actually let you in here?” Pearl asked.

“I owed Robin a favor. Made sense, since she didn’t want any of them,” he motioned toward the doors, “to get their hands on you.”

“I was beginning to think they don’t see men that much,” Carrot said.

“Oh, they see them a lot. None of them are stupid enough to break into a Village at night though.”

“Hey wait a minute,” Mack started.

“No, you wait. Once you pass through those doors, it’s a woman’s world; all your little issues don’t matter. And these are the type of women you don’t play around with. Think about that next time you want to invade a woman’s stable. Now I’m here to give you a few basics, and to help put your mawashi on.”

Dave pointed to it in horror. “That thing?”

“Yes, so the wrestlers will have something to grab. Your other alternatives are street clothes, undies, or nothing at all. You’ll ruin your street clothes, and with the other two alternatives, they may grab something you don’t want grabbed if you get my drift. So what will it be?”

The men prepared to wear their mawashi.

After an awkward fifteen minutes later, the men looked themselves over.

“Well it’s more comfortable than I thought it would be,” Pearl said. “I thought I’d get a wedgie.”

“I feel like I’m wearing a diaper,” Dave growled.

“Don’t let the sumo wrestlers in Japan hear you say that,” Ray warned. “They’d thrash you for speaking ill of a uniform they’ve wore for hundreds of years.”

“So what does Robin have on you to bring you here?” Shaggy asked him.

“Madam Chung has ‘nothing on me,’” Ray replied. “I’m one of the trainers for the men’s sumo village in town. One day we had a sprinkler malfunction, dousing everything. I called Robin, told her of our dilemma, and she gladly let us use this place to practice for a few days alongside the women. In return, I said whatever you need, I’ll get it for you.” Ray laughed a little. “She apologized when she told me it was dealing with the lot of you.”

Dave walked up to him. “We don’t appreciate you making fun of us,” he said.

Ray looked up and huffed. “My boy, I deal with men twice your size on a regular basis. You can’t scare me. Now step back with the others, and I’ll give you a crash course in sumo.”

After another equally awkward crash course in sumo wrestling, a voice at the door told them it was time to come out.

“Well that’s all I have time to teach you,” Ray said. “So you shouldn’t get hurt too bad. Go on now.”

The women cheered as the men came out. The atmosphere seemed similar to a coliseum in ancient Rome.

“Sit,” Rie said, pointing to a bench.

“Snooty little thing, aren’t you?” Dave snipped at her.

“Dave, now is not the time,” Shaggy said.

“We probably could handle some of them,” Mack said.

“As long as you don’t run across the amazon, or the bodybuilder, you should be all right,” Carrot replied.

“Hey, let’s buck up here. We’re men, let’s act like it,” Shaggy barked.

“You may be men, but we’re sumo!” Diane said with a giggle. Dawn and Mia were with her.

“You are in big trouble keeping us here to play in your stupid tournament,” Dave said, trying the legal approach.

“Oooh, I’m scared. That slap on my wrist is gonna hurt!”

“How’s your jaw?” Dawn asked Dave. He turned away.

“Isn’t that a shame? Your tornado kick, a thing of beauty, flawless execution, and he doesn’t appreciate it. Maybe you shouldn’t have pulled your kick at the last moment. Let’s go,” Diane said as she pulled Dawn along.

Mia stood in front of Pearl, looking him over. “Your mawashi is straight. Very good,” she finally said.

“Mia, come on!” Diane said. “You already beat him up once, what are you staring at him for?”

“He reminds me of my brother,” Mia replied. “I used to beat him up a lot too.” She finally left.

“Yeah, I’m flattered,” Pearl said. “I’m with you Shaggy, no more sumo villages for me.”

“Right now, I don’t want to see the inside of a ladies’ room again,” Mack agreed.

“Look guys, they’re trying to teach us a lesson here,” Shaggy remarked. “We’ll just endure it, and get back to work. This won’t ruin us.”

In another part of the arena, Robin asked Ray, “So what do you think?”

“I know a secluded park where you can bury the bodies,” Ray joked. “Quick learners they’re not. Where did these yo-yos come from anyway?”

“Biggirls.net.”
“The fat girl site? And they broke in here?”
“Yeah. They were filming Rose fresh out of the shower before she caught the cameraman, and came close to pasting him. I’m afraid if she started, she wouldn’t stop.”
“Let me give you the address to that park. I’ll even provide the shovel. There won’t be much of them left.”
The wrestlers got in place, like they normally do for an intermural tournament. The tournament was basically a tool to keep them sharp, especially during the downtimes. Since Saturday and Sunday were off days, having a late night rally seemed to be a fun idea, especially since everyone could sleep late on Saturday. Robin generally attended the first two of the off-season, and then left it to the rest of the staff to keep it going. The wrestlers looked forward to it. On this night/early morning, things were a little different. Every wrestler knew who the five men were, and many of them wanted to show them what a “big girl” could do.
Grabbing a microphone, Robin strode into the middle of the arena, which was originally a large dining room, two of them, in fact. Now the floor was part carpet, part sand, and bleachers replaced the chairs and tables. The original swimming pool still sat outside the transformed room, awaiting a few participants who may desire a late night swim, and relaxation in the hot tub.
“Ladies,” Robin began, “we will still do our intermural tournament, except tonight, we have some special guests.” She gestured toward the men. “I bring to you the crew of biggirls.net!”

The boos and catcalls were almost deafening. Robin raised her hands to quiet the women.

“Now they’ll be competing in the tournament with you. It’ll still be open weight, and it’ll still be round robin of a sort. Listen carefully, they’re men, but don’t hold back!”

The crowd cheered.

“Don’t hold back? We’re the ones who’ll have to restrain ourselves,” Dave said.

“Speak for yourself,” Mack replied.

Robin put down the mike and approached the men. “Are you ready?” She asked.

“Do we get to choose our opponents?” Shaggy asked.

Robin almost laughed in his face. “Of course not! But you’re in luck. A few wrestlers have made requests. I’ll be right back.”

Shaggy turned to the others. “I have an idea. If we throw a couple of these matches, we may leave early,” he said.

“I don’t think ‘throwing’ a match will be hard, considering that they do this for a living,” Mack replied. “Still, I like that idea.”

“I’m going to go at it hard first, then I’ll let them win. I have some serious payback to give,” Dave said.

Robin returned, with Rie close behind. “My faithful personal assistant, Rie would like to start things off. Rie, my dear, who would you like to take on?”

Rie pointed her finger at Dave. “Him.”

“Me? I might be too much for you to handle, girl,” Dave jabbed.

Cheers of “Get him Rie!” and “Kill him!” could be heard amongst several others. Rosalyn served as referee.

“Places!” She said, looking at each one. “No dear, this isn’t football, this is sumo. Both fists on the ground please,” she told Dave. When both were set, she said “Go!”

Dave remembered taking a step before a sudden weight hit him in the chest, crushed him around the waist, and hoisted him in the air. The women cheered as Rie carried Dave to the edge of the ring, and threw him down, hard. Rie looked down at her downed opponent.

“Was I too much for you to handle . . . boy?” She sneered.

“Interesting story about Rie,” Robin said to the four men. “If I didn’t get her in time, she would’ve been working for H&R Block, or the IRS. She also has a strong competitive streak to go along with her smarts. Oh, and she is also a powerlifter, and a black belt in jiu-jitsu, the Japanese brand. Her specialty is submissions and chokeholds.” She left to check on Dave.

“Makes you glad you don’t do taxes, doesn’t it?” Mack said to Shaggy in a soft voice.

“Quiet, she might hear you!” Shaggy hissed.

Dave rose slowly on his feet. The last time he was hit like that was when he played football at his grandmothers’ house on Thanksgiving. The twenty-something blond, blue-eyed next door neighbor smiled and waved to him as he caught a pass, and his 6’4”, 280 pound cousin Albert socked him at the same time. He’d thought he’d might die happy. This felt the same way, except he was not happy.

Mia and Diane came over and looked at Pearl.

“Oh no,” Pearl groaned.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to wrestle you. Diane will take you on. I’m going to coach,” Mia said.

“Coach?”

“Yeah, come here.” Mia pulled him off the bench, and to the side. “Listen here, you need to stay low so she can’t grab your belt. She’s a little weak on her left side, so go for that. Once you do, you can trip her, or push as hard as you can toward the edge of the ring. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Go!” Mia slapped her hand on a part of Pearl’s bare buttock. He jumped.

Pearl remembered all Mia told him, and even tried to carry it out. But as Diane pushed him out of the ring, he realized hearing it, and being able to do it were two different things.

Mia ran over to Pearl. “What was that? I thought I told you to go low! And you’re supposed to be pushing her, not the other way around.” She slapped Pearl on the back of the head.

“Ow!” Pearl cried.

Mia grabbed him by the ear. “Let me show you what happens to wrestlers who don’t pay attention!” They went into a room, and she slammed the door.

“Wasn’t she applying for squad leader?” Rosalyn asked Robin.

“I believe so,” Robin replied.

“Oh no, you don’t think . . .”

“No, no, she won’t be like that with our wrestlers. But you may have someone keep an eye on her, so Pearl may survive the night.”

“I already know who I’m facing,” Mack lamented to Shaggy and Carrot.

“Really?” Shaggy said.

“In case you don’t know, I’ll give you a hint: kinda tall, rock hard legs and abs, with an attitude to match?”

“Under normal conditions, I wouldn’t mind her on top of me,” Carrot remarked.

“You have her on top of you for almost an hour, ready to punch your lights out, and say that again.”

“I wonder why they have Dave sitting over there,” Shaggy wondered, looking at Dave on a separate bench, surrounded by wrestlers.

“I guess he started in rotation, I don’t know,” Carrot replied. “What’s going on with Pearl and Mia?”

“My guess is she’s displaying some ‘sisterly love.’ If you want to try to save him, be my guest.”

Rose and Charlotte appeared. “Charlotte, my gift to you,” Rose said, pointing at Mack.

“I thought you would want him,” replied Charlotte.

“If I had him, I’d kill him.” She turned to Mack. “Charlotte’s a lightweight. Maybe you could handle her.” She walked away laughing.

Mack watched her walk away, and looked back at Charlotte, who was looking down at him, chomping her gum. She blew a big bubble, popped it, and walked away.

He quickly reasoned the potential match in his head. She’s a lightweight, and sumo is based on weight, right? Since he’s heavier, he should be able to take her, right?

He couldn’t be more wrong.

When he faced off with Charlotte, he counted on his weight (mass). He didn’t weigh a lot more than Charlotte, but enough to make a difference. What he didn’t consider was speed and force. Mack trudged forward, expecting to push an overweight ex-gymnast out of the ring or off her feet. The reality was this very fit woman wasn’t where she was a second ago, and regarding force, if the typical gymnast performing the vault exercise ran full tilt down the mat, and hit a person instead of the vault, that was how Mack felt as he hit the ground. He was slow getting up until some wrestlers took pity on him, and nearly dragged him to the bench where Dave sat.

He got there just in time to see Mia pull Pearl by the hand and fling him on the bench. “And pay attention next time!” Mia said as she stomped to her seat. Mack and Dave saw a fresh bruise on their friend.

“Don’t ask,” was all Pearl had said.

Robin appeared to Carrot and Shaggy. “Carrot sounds much more intelligent than ‘Shaggy’ as far as nicknames go. Well Carrot, or whatever your real name is, no one had a specific desire to fight you, so go sit with your friends,” she said.

Carrot was relieved. He thought he’d had to deal with that black woman who threw him off the balcony. He did see that same woman eying him. He tried to ignore her as he sat down on the other bench. He saw Pearl.

“Hey, what happened?” He asked.

“Don’t ask!” The other three replied.

“No one wanted me?” Shaggy asked Robin.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mr. Forrest. More than half the village wanted a piece of you. But there was one who won the honor of facing you,” Robin replied.

“Who?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

As he entered the circle, he realized who it was. Amy stood across the ring, staring at him. He realized the idea he had wouldn’t work, for Amy would easily run over him. He needed to compete just to survive. Unlike the other guys, he was facing a heavyweight. No fatty, or even a woman with a belly; just a six-foot-one pole of muscle, built like a basketball player. When they lined up, he looked into Amy’s eyes.

“I’m gonna tear you up, boy,” Amy said ever so sweetly.

Shaggy gulped. Any advice that Ray gave him, or learned while seeing the other matches went out the window. His mind was blank, tabula rasa. If he thought he could make it, he’d make a break for it. He saw he hadn’t put his other fist down. Maybe he could do it.

“Don’t start running, I’ll catch you,” Amy continued, seeming to read his mind. “Can’t go running to mama, mama ain’t here to save you. You just might as well put that fist down in the dirt, and receive your medicine, pornboy.”

Somehow that sparked a reaction from Shaggy. “Pornboy?”

“I had a friend almost kill herself because of you and that site. When I get through, you’re gonna wish you took some pills.”

Now he saw it was personal. Yeah, he’s doomed.

“Hey pornboy!” Robin barked.

“My name is-”

“Shut up! You going to wrestle, or you going to engage in dialogue with Amy here? And that looks like a one-way conversation to me.”

“I, I forfeit!” Shaggy said.

Rosalyn picked up the microphone. “Hey ladies, Shaggy here wants to forfeit!” She paused until the laughter, catcalls, and boos died down. “It looks like he’s afraid of sweet little Amy here.” That gained more laughter. All the more because Amy was sweet, until you entered the ring with her, and there was nothing “little” about her at all.

Rosalyn put down the mike, and gestured for both to stand up. “Come here,” she commanded to Shaggy. He staggered over, partly relieved he didn’t have to go through with it. When he got within range, she clamped a hand on the back of his head, and jerked down on it so their noses were almost touching.

“Now you listen to me, you entitled piece of crap,” Rosalyn hissed. “You, king of this big bad website, who thinks he can pick up his toys and go home. It doesn’t work that way tonight. Ms. Chung could’ve sent you to the police, or we could’ve taken care of you ourselves. Instead, we decided to be merciful.”

Shaggy attempted to argue. “Merciful? If-”

“If you say one word about lawyers to me, I will rip your head off and flush it down the toilet. Right now, you have two choices. You can get your skinny butt back there and participate, or we will take you into a room where every wrestler here will take their turn with you. Then we will take your carcass and throw it out back with the remains of the other fools who messed with us. Then we’ll decide if we’ll do the same with your friends.”

“You can’t do that!” Shaggy screeched.

“You’re in the Village, we can do what we want. Now what will it be?”

“I – I’ll do it,” Shaggy said.

Rosalyn released her hold, and took the mike. “He changed his mind!”

The women cheered. They were ready to see blood.

“Now you’re mine, boy,” Amy said as Shaggy slowly put his fist down, trying to keep it from shaking.

Rosalyn said go, and Shaggy felt like his feet were in wet concrete. He managed one step, and then he felt Amy’s shoulder hit his gut hard, knocking the breath from his lungs. He expected to be pushed out of the ring, but instead, he felt his feet leave the ground. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He saw the crowd, then he saw the sandy floor, then he saw the crowd again, then the ceiling lights as he landed flat on his back.

Amy raised her hands in victory, and instead of planting her foot on his chest to complete the victory pose, she placed her foot on Shaggy’s face.

“Lick my feet, pornboy!” She commanded.

“Come along, Amy, we’re not through with him yet. Maybe you could get your feet washed later,” Rosalyn said, guiding Amy down from the ring.

On the bench during the match, two of the four covered their eyes, while the other two wished they did. Two wrestlers half-dragged Shaggy to his seat.

“At least it’s over,” Carrot said.

Robin again took up the microphone. “And those were our preliminary matches. In a few minutes, we’ll start our regular tournament,” she said.

“Preliminary matches?” Dave uttered.

Mack wanted to run to Robin, thought better of it, and motioned to her instead.

“We competed, can we go now?” He asked.

“We just started! You can’t go yet. You see, in this, every wrestler wrestles each other, open weight. And you get to wrestle each and every one of my wrestlers.”

“That’s insane!”

“The average sumo wrestler competes several times, depending on how many times she’s won. Even a losing wrestler will wrestle at least twice. And after just one match, you men are winded. Well prepare yourselves, it will be a long night for you. Mr. Forrest, I may use a different rotation for you; there are quite a few heavyweights who want to challenge you.”

Robin walked over to Rosalyn, and asked her, “So what did you say to Forrest when he said he wanted to forfeit?”

Rosalyn told her word for word. Robin smiled.

“I love it! He actually believed the graveyard out back?”

“I thought he’d wet himself,” Rosalyn said.

“The night is still young.”

As expected, the late night tourney was a little more exciting than usual. For the five men, it was a nightmare. In Shaggy’s case, it was doubly so. A middleweight or lightweight wrestler would step out of the ring, sit down, or yell “I forfeit,” so the next woman, a heavyweight, would take him on. He was a ragdoll by the tourney’s end. Ironically, the best wrestler among the five men was Pearl, who improved mainly because Mia would beat him if he lost badly. After it was all over, the men, dead on their feet, and bruised about as bad, stood by as Robin announced the end.

“Now regarding our special guests,” Robin said, “Marie, do you have all of it?”

Everyone, especially the men turned as Marie stood behind a tripod with a mini-cam on it, one of theirs. “All of it, especially the opening matches,” Marie replied. “That match with Amy was cool.”

The men turned back to Robin. She grinned, and said, “The little tourney was sent to every stable master I know. They should get a little email right about now. Marie dabbles with the tech stuff. She is very good. Oh, and you’ll like this, Shaggy; this whole thing was placed on your website. Well, not all, they’ll have to pay to get the rest. Don’t want to rob you of your livelihood, do we? Get showered and dressed, and meet me in my office, all of you.”

The men passed by Ray, who just looked at them.

“Aren’t you going to help us?” Carrot asked.

“Take them off yourselves, losers, I’m going to bed.”

“You ruined us,” Shaggy said to Robin in her office. She allowed them to sit on the small sofa since they were very sore.

“I either ruined you, or made you famous,” Robin replied. “Either way, I believe you learned a lesson tonight, excuse me, this morning. I now dismiss you with a warning. If any of you even come within five feet of this village, the punishment you received earlier will be nothing compared to what we’ll do to you. Every sumo village I know now knows of you, and I know quite a few. Not all of them are as nice as I am regarding men like you. And I’m not kidding.

“We used most of our own video equipment, so your own stuff is back at your ‘office.’ The mini-cam, scrubbed of course, is waiting for you outside. That is all, you may go.”

“Wait,” Dave said, “who’s taking us back?”

Robin shrugged. “I don’t know. Perhaps in a show of generosity, one of our fine ladies will give you a ride. You can always ask.” She smiled. “If you start walking now, you could make it to your headquarters a few hours before sunrise.”

Shaggy turned toward the door. “Come on Dave, we can call a cab.”

“You may want to wait until you’re outside the Village. There are some who feel they’re not finished with you yet. Walk fast. Bye-bye.”

After leaving the office, the five men were silent as they made their way to the exit. They were tired, sore, and in need of bed. They rounded a corner, and encountered four heavyweight women leaning against a wall. They were in jeans, sweatshirts, and barefoot.

“Hey boys,” a woman with auburn-colored spiked short hair, and almost as tall as Dave, but almost twice as solid, with a German accent said, “do you need a ride?”

Carrot was on the verge of saying yes, but Shaggy interrupted with “No thanks, we’re good.”

Urging them to walk faster, Carrot asked, “What was that for?”

“She was a bare knuckle boxer in Germany. Who knows what the other three were. Walk faster, they’re following us,” Shaggy hissed. “Don’t look back.”

Standing in another hallway was Mia. “Hey Pearl, come here! I have some more coaching tips for you!” She shouted.

That was more than enough for Pearl, as he broke out running, leaving the others behind.

“Get back here!” Mia commanded, flying past the four men in pursuit.

Mack was standing by a door behind the group. Suddenly, it opened, and two arms grabbed him in a chokehold, jerking him in the room. The door closed quietly with a click. In the confusion, he wasn’t noticed.

“Helga, these men look lost; I think they need a ride,” a woman with a similar accent, slightly shorter than her auburn-haired German companion with long black hair said. “I think we should accommodate them.” Nothing on the faces of the women indicated they were in a helpful mood.

This time, the men did not hesitate, and ran to the exit. They kept running through the village grounds until they ran past the security post. Then the three men had to hide in the woods half the time to avoid a few slow moving cars who seemed to be looking for them.

“Pearl must be there already,” Carrot said as he peeked around a tree, watching another car go by. “I never saw him run so fast.”

“Me either. That woman could run too,” Carrot added. “At this rate, we’ll never get home. How many cars are out here?”

“I counted five. Hey, where’s Mack?” Dave asked.

“We must’ve lost him when we ran, or something. Shaggy, you know what happened to him?”

“I don’t know,” Shaggy said.

“How are we getting home?” Dave asked.

“I don’t know. Just walk through the woods for now.”

“In the dark? We can barely see now!”

Shaggy shrugged his shoulders, then remembered they couldn’t see that gesture in the dark. “I don’t know.”

Rose was in one of the workout rooms, practicing her teppo on a heavy bag. Teppo was a sumo exercise that consisted of striking the palms of the hands against a hard surface to harden them. She had been at it for an hour. She was still in her workout wear when Charlotte, now in a purple nightshirt came in.

“Rose, what are you doing up?” Charlotte asked.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Rose replied, sending two shots into the bag. “You?”

“Still keyed up. I wanted to work off some steam too, but – wait a minute!”

“What?” Rose asked innocently.

“That bag, it moved!”

“Of course it moved, I’ve been hitting this bag forever.”

“Not like that. Hold it.”

Charlotte marched up and unzipped the bag. Mack tumbled out, more bruised than before. His mouth was gagged with duct tape, as well as his wrists.

“Rose, what did you do?” Charlotte asked in a shocked tone.

“What did I do? I waited in a hallway for them to come by, and when no one was looking, I grabbed him and told him I wasn’t finished with him yet. I remembered how he disrupted my little workout, and how fond he was of it, so . . .” Rose explained.

“But using him as a punching bag; Rose, you could kill him!”

“Charlotte, he’s all right. See, he’s still breathing.”

“For now. What would happen if you beat on him for another hour?”

“So I guess you want me to let him go, huh? All right.” Rose pulled Mack to his feet and draped him over her shoulder. She walked to the balcony outside, and dropped him.

“Rose!” Charlotte cried, running to the balcony.

“See, he’s all right.” Rose pointed a finger at the shrub bushes that Mack landed in. He rolled off with some effort, and then staggered into the blackness like a drunken bum.

Rose turned to her friend and smiled.

“Bet he’ll think twice before making movies of a naked woman again!”

From one standpoint, it was easy to say Shaggy, biggirls.net and company was ruined. For the sumo stables sent the movie to other stables, both men and women, and it eventually made its way to the outside world. Someone in the media caught wind of it, and even more people, athletes and non-athletes alike saw or heard about the movie. One message was clear though: don’t trespass on a sumo village. Everyone knew who Shaggy and the others were, so being seen in public was a humiliating experience.

On the other hand, the movie placed on the website was a hit. Membership increased, and copies of the movie were requested constantly. People were even sending requests. One man knew a female judoka who was large and stocky. He would pay top dollar if one of the crew, but Shaggy in particular, would go a few rounds with her.

But that was also the last movie from biggirls.net. Shaggy divided the assets five ways, and they closed up shop. Shaggy went into making nature films. After the late night sumo experience, the men lost any desire to make movies of fat women, or any women. And they were afraid to, when it was revealed that many of the women who found out they were put online unknowingly were looking for a lawsuit. So most of the men fled.

The experience was great for the Crimson Dragons stable. How could it not? Robin and the others were regarded as heroes. It also boosted up participation in the sport. Other stables decided to boost up their security. And yes, the security guard who allowed Shaggy and his crew in was caught, but his fate was as they say another story.

Before he made his exodus, Shaggy decided to sell a chunk of the equipment he didn’t need any more. To his surprise, a buyer gobbled them up as soon as he advertised it. A certified check came shortly after, and he unloaded it, not knowing or caring who bought it. Perhaps it was someone wanting to do their own website; bully for them, they’re welcome to it. He still didn’t think much about it until a minivan pulled up. His eyes widened when he saw who it was.

“You,” Shaggy breathed.

“Hola!” Marie said, getting out of the minivan. She wore black jeans with the legs rolled up mid-shin, a red hooded sweatshirt, and her feet were bare, except for a few toe rings and an ankle bracelet. She beamed a broad smile.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick up my new equipment,” Marie replied.

“I’m not giving it to you.”

“It’s mine, fair and square. I gave you an offer, you took it. It’s all mine now.”

“I’ll tear up the check.”

“No you won’t. That price was too good for you. Just like that movie – shot by yours truly – was too good for you to take off the website. It made you money. Now I’ll either take the equipment now, or out of your hide. Your choice.”

Shaggy had no doubt she was in good shape, but Marie was no Amy. Using his three-inch height advantage, he towered over her and said, “You think you can take me?”

Marie’s smile never wavered. “I know I can take you, Shaggy dog, I have put bigger men than you in the hospital with my bare hands. You do not want to try me.”

Something in that smile told Shaggy to leave well enough alone, and he backed off. “Fine,” he muttered.

“So what’s your next project?” Marie asked as she inspected her newly bought items. “A website for silly white boys who get in over their heads?”

Shaggy didn’t take the bait. “You can load it in yourself.”

Marie cocked her head to the side. “No I won’t.” A small sedan pulled up, and two more Latino women, barefoot in jeans and jackets, with the same build as Marie, came out. They gave a knowing smile to Shaggy, and went to Marie, who pointed out the new stuff.

“So what are you going to do with that stuff anyway?” Shaggy asked.

Marie’s smile widened even more. “Oh lots of things. A whole lot more than your old website. This stuff was what I needed to get going. I guess I’ll say thank you.”

One of the two women, an inch taller than Marie, smiled at Shaggy. “Hey Mr. Forrest, remember me? I’m Lola.”

Lola the Locomotive, Shaggy remembered. The middleweight plowed into him that night very hard, and made him fear if he still had any ribs intact. He ignored her, and asked Marie, “How did you know when I was selling my stuff?”

“I’m magic. Now go away and make yourself useful,” Marie said, shooing him away with her hands.

What Marie didn’t tell Shaggy was she had the place bugged since that night. Only a handful of people knew. After Shaggy was dropped off at the Village, Marie called Lola and Serena to pick her up and drive her back to Shaggy’s place. After they borrowed a few pieces of equipment, on a hunch, Marie placed bugs in a few key places. She knew just about everything that went on with Shaggy and company since then, and even knew where some of the crew would flee to as potential lawsuits started to arise.

After they finished loading, Marie asked if she could use the bathroom. Seeing no harm done, Shaggy said okay, and Serena, the same height as Marie, with her brown hair in a long ponytail, engaged him in a brief conversation. Marie quickly went through the trailer, picking up her bugs. She took a moment to actually use the facilities, and left.

Shaggy is going into nature photography,” Serena said as Marie came out. “He might even make a few movies in the future.”

Marie regarded him for a moment. “Nature, eh? Just don’t mess with any fat bears, eh?”

In response, Shaggy mumbled something under his breath and slammed the door. Outside, the three women gave high fives to each other.

“You should apply to the CIA, Marie,” Lola said.

“What, and miss all this? They don’t have any fun,” Marie replied. “Besides, they’re probably looking for skinny chickas anyway, not us, prime examples of barefoot plump power. He tried to threaten me before you two got here.”

“You should’ve messed him up anyway.”

“Nah, he was already messed up,” Serena said. “He sounded pretty defeated. Beating him up would be doing him a favor.”

Lola looked at the trailer. “So despite all that Mother did to him and his crew, how do we know he won’t do this stuff again?” She asked.

Marie smiled brightly. “Remember I put eight bugs in that place?”

“Yeah.”

“I only retrieved six. We’ll know.”

“Girl, you’re too sneaky for your own good. Let’s get back to the Village, and find a place to put all this stuff,” Serena said as she made her way to the car.

The three women laughed as they got into the two vehicles and drove away.

The fat woman walked into Robin’s office. She looked around, appreciating the pleasant décor. All the women were so sweet to her. It was all nice, but she saw she was extremely nervous at what was to come next. The shorter woman with the wire-rim glasses and the soft voice escorted her to the large desk where Robin sat.

“So Julie Ann, I understand you want to join the Crimson Dragons,” Robin began, reading the woman’s application.

“Yes ma’am,” Julie Ann replied.

“According to this, you have no martial arts experience, and no athletic experience of any sort.”

“No ma’am.”

“Julie Ann, are you aware of what the sport of sumo entails?”

“Yes ma’am, I’ve done some research before I decided to come.”

Robin put the paper down and sat back. “You did? Good, because sumo is work. It is not a club with all-day buffets and naps, and nothing else; it’s a lifestyle of discipline.”

“I am very aware of that, ma’am.”

“I’m not saying you are afraid of hard work, Julie Ann, but . . . if I can be so candid, you are not in the best shape.”

Julie Ann sighed before she replied, “I know, ma’am.”

“Then why would you want to join the Crimson Dragons?”

Julie Ann smirked. “You remember the former website biggirls.net?”

“How could I forget?”

“Their first video was of a woman dancing in her underwear before she dressed to go to a party.”

“I see, go on.”

“That woman was me. Despite the humiliation, I managed to graduate college with honors. I found a nice job and all, but the idea that someone invaded my privacy and filmed me just for the enjoyment of drunk frat brothers . . . well at times it made me physically sick, and made me eat more. Then when I found out a website started from this, from me, I was angry.

“Then one day I hear about the owners of this website being, well plastered by your wrestlers. I felt justified and empowered. I also wanted to beat this Shaggy to a pulp, but I saw that was done for me.”

“You’re welcome,” Robin replied.

“Thank you. So I come here to prove something to myself, and sumo looks like fun. I know I’m behind the curve here, but if I put my mind to it, I know I could be a wrestler worthy of your stable. Please, Ms. Chung, give me a chance.”

Robin smiled and said, “Julie Ann, I was not going to turn you away; but I wanted to see if you wanted in bad enough. Actually, you joining would be sticking it to Shaggy one more time. We will tear you down, rebuild you, and you’ll like the change. And then we’ll talk about competition. Welcome to the Crimson Dragons, Julie Ann.”

Robin reached over and shook her hand.

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