"So I'm sure by now everyone's heard about the last FWWF wrestling match, El Toro versus La Rayita, right? El Toro's been the Federation's undefeated golden-bull since he started his career, but last week he showed up to a match weighing over seven hundred pounds. Seven hundred, I know! Dan, do we have a picture? ...There it is! Do not attempt to adjust your TV sets, folks, he's really that wide!"

Jose groaned a little as Conan O'Lenoman's talk show pasted the all-too-familiar picture of his wrestling loss on the TV screen. It was so unfair! That angle made him look ... fat! Yes, ok, perhaps he'd put on a little weight recently and wasn't in his career-best shape during that match, but that didn't give people the right to be so cruel! It didn't give the Federation the right to tell him to lose weight or lose his job! Sulking, he thrust another fudgsicle into his mouth and sucked on it angrily while Conan quipped at his expense.

"I hear after La Rayita used him as a trampoline, he decided to try out for the sumo league... but they told him there wouldn't be room for him."

Had it really been only a week since that last match? It seemed like a lifetime ago. He'd lost track of the days, trying to console himself with Mama's endless supply of comfort food and his equally endless supply of fudge pops. He sighed and idly gripped a thick roll of his belly, squeezing it between his stubby fingers and causing a small avalanche of discarded popsicle sticks and wrappers to cascade down his gut to the floor. How had he gotten so soft? He was El Toro, the strongest and sexiest bull in wrestling, and now he had... this belly. Finishing off his current treat, he let the used popsicle stick tumble down his chins as he hugged the box of fudgsicles closer to his chest and grabbed himself another one. At least Fudgepackers was still sending him his lifetime supply; he didn't know what he'd do without those twelve precious boxes every day!

"Celebrities these days love to adopt kids, but apparently El Toro has been -eating- them instead."

Jose shifted a bit in his seat, his underwear digging in uncomfortably around his hips as it hitched over the back of the sofa. He felt something wriggle at his side, and he squirmed uselessly in place, sending heavy ripples across his entire body as Papa elbowed him for a little more room. His parents had, of course, been nothing but supportive. Mama was all too happy to bring him his meals and clean up after him and tell him how handsome he was and that he was her big, growing boy. Papa... had been quiet; morseso than usual, even. Jose suspected the older, smaller bull was upset he'd finally lost El Toro's undefeated status, but then again, maybe he didn't care that much? He certainly hadn't said anything either way about the whole thing, just watched his telenovelas and talkshows and read his magazines and newspapers as usual, albeit with a bit less room on the couch than before.

"I heard to improve his image, he tried to donate blood, but got rejected because they didn't accept Type Chocolate."

Spitting out his popsicle stick with a huff, Jose grasped for another while leaning back, ignoring the dangerous creak of the sofa. He just hadn't had the energy to do much of anything lately... He figured it had to be the heat. Even with their apartment door broken from the last time he came through it and a couple fans running 24/7, Jose had been sweating like crazy the past few days, soaking everything he touched. The fudgsicles were his only way to stay cool! He'd been eating so many lately that he almost imagined he could feel it leaking from his pores. Every now and then he'd catch a whiff of the air around him, a strange combo-smell of BO and chocolate... he didn't care, though. How could he possibly make a comeback after this kind of humiliation? His stomach made a deep gurgling noise, thick as pudding, and Papa turned up the volume to compensate.

"But I'm sure deep down there's a fit wrestler trying to get out again... along with a few other innocent bystanders. Maybe I should tell my wife's mother to pay him a visit."

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