The roar of the crowd in the arena was so loud, Jose could hear it from his dressing room. After months of inactivity, the FWWF was back in full swing, and he'd been invited back on the roster! He smiled to himself as he adjusted his mask; tonight, the world would once again adore El Toro! Hefting himself up from his seat, the bull looked himself over in one of the full-length mirrors. His outfit was... a little snug, admittedly. Then again, his matador's jacket had never been able to close, designed instead to show of his magnificently meaty torso, and his pants were made of thigh-hugging spandex!

Turning this way and that, Jose studied his refelection. Hm, the off-season had left him a little soft around the middle, but it certainly wasn't anything a little exercise couldn't cure. Unfortunately, the gym was out of the question, ever since the other gym members had started poking fun at his need to wear sweatsuits. It wasn't his fault his last pair of shorts had been shrunk in Mama's wash! The very thought had Jose reaching out for the nearby box of fudgeicles. Strange, hadn't it been full, earlier? Maybe he'd miscounted. Unwrapping the delectably creamy treat and stuffing it into his mouth until only the popsicle stick remained past his lips, Jose turned back to his reflection and struck a mighty pose, flexing his thick arms and making his sleeves creak with tension! He smiled, proud to be almost too much bull for his outfit to handle.

A red light over his door flashed, indicating it was time for him to make his appearance. Tossing the bare popsicle stick into the waste basket with the others, Jose squeezed himself out the doorway and made his way down the hall. The trip took longer than he expected, and was warmer, too! He would have to have someone check the backstage air conditioning later. Standing behind the designated curtains, he puffed himself up, ready for the commentators to introduce him.

"Rayita's going to need more than the heart of a lion against her next opoonent, Bill! It's gonna be lucha contra lucha tonight, folks, as she faces of against the mighty El ToroooooooooHoly hell!"

The roar of the crowd died almost instantly, replaced by a stunned silence as Jose stepped out into the light. He flashed his grin all the same, howwever, and made his way down to the ring. A murmur rippled through the crowd as they watched the bull waddle down the aisle. Giggles peppered the audience, followed by chuckles. By the time Jose had gotten to the ring, struggling to get between the ropes and up onto the mat, the audience was roaring with laughter while camera flashes danced across the arena. He frowned as he huffed and struggled with the unusually narrow spacing of the ropes; this was the first time the crowd had reacted like this. Did they notice he'd gained a little weight?

After being helped into the ring, Jose stood up to his full height, looking down past his belly at the diminuitive, wide-eyed chihuahua that was his opponent. She was practically eclipsed by his size, overwhlemed, outweighed! His smile was a mix of politeness and confidence. This was going to be a short match!

Forty-three seconds later, the bull let out a heavy grunt as he lost his balance and fell back onto the mat. The was a familiar sound of splitting seams as his bulk stretched his outifit in ways it hadn't been ready for, exposing even more of his black fur. Rayita danced around him, bouncing on her feet to keep ready, but paused as she watched the rotund bovine struggle to get back up. Jose huffed and groaned, pushing himself in one direction and then the other, attempting to get his belly to compress in ways it simply refused to. He was stuck! How had this happened? The crowd roared with laughter again, which turned into cheers as Rayita cautiously climbed up onto Jose's stomach and then stood there, her grin widening as she began posing and flexing her tiny muscles for the multitude of cameras around her.

To make things even worse, the referee appeared and started the countdown. Jose struggled even more, but his best efforts didn't even shake Rayita from her perch! Even before the third count, everyone knew the match was over. Jose slumped, his round cheeks almost as red as his outfit as the crowd jumped up from their seats and the jumbotron lit up, displaying the chihuahua's victory. After being helped back to his feet and out of the ring, Jose started the long walk of shame down the aisle. The crowd laughed and pointed, throwing empty beer cans and half-eaten corndogs, amongst other things. Humiliated and confused beyond measure, Jose trudged back to his dressing room and consoled himself with three more boxes of fudge pops.

Guest starring  smoreflambe's La Rayita

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