When Batman came to, the first thing he noticed was the handcuffs on his wrists. His hands had been pulled behind him, and cuffed around some sort of pole. As his head started to get clear from the earlier attack, he was shocked to realize where he was. The pole he was cuffed to was the corner post of a wrestling ring, and that wasn't the worst part. He could hear loud cheering and yelling, and looked around to see hundreds of people watching him. He was at some sort of wrestling show, being watched by an audience of people, and he knew who brought him here. Standing across the ring from him were the two 7' 600+ pound men from before. Only now they were dressed in just shorts, letting their massive bellies and flabby chests hang out.
Bull was standing outside the ropes on the apron, while Tank remained in the ring. Batman meanwhile, was helpless in the corner. Suddenly the bell rang, and the audience went wild. Tank wasted no time, and started running as hard as he could toward Batman. He could see his huge belly and chest bouncing and jiggling, as he got closer. Just when he was about to impact, Tank turned and rammed his gigantic ass into the hero. He was crushed into the turnbuckle hard. He looked up, and saw him running toward him again. The massive ass hit even harder this time, knocking Batman to the mat. All the air rushed from his lungs, and he was sure he had cracked a couple ribs. Tank stayed against him, crushing him harder into the turnbuckle. After a minute or so he climbed off him, leaving him slumped in the corner. For the third time he ran at Batman, only this time he didn't turn around. His huge stomach crushed him into the corner, with his whole upper body being engulfed in his massive chest and belly. Tank grabbed onto the ropes and pulled, forcing himself harder against the hero. The impact had knocked most of his air out of him, and now he was being smothered in all of his sweaty fat. The audience was cheering loudly, loving every minute.
After a bit, Tank pulled away slightly, allowing Batman to get a breath of air. Even though he was leaning back, his massive belly was still swaying inches from his face. He barely got any air, when he was smothered once more. He was completely trapped by this huge man's sweaty fat. Batman was running out of air again, and was struggling to push Tank away, but being cuffed to the corner post made it impossible. The crowd was going nuts at this point. There was a mix of chants for Tank, and chants calling for a tag to Bull.
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