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The Raamaiah love doesn't stop! I said I was going to give this ape the love he deserves and he get it, and will keep getting it!
In all seriousness, it seems like our wrestler has been caught up in a dirty mud wrestling match! He's almost ready to strike, so hopefully his opponent doesn't resort to any... dirty tactics.
Puns aside though, I'm super happy with how this turned out, Raamaiah does look fantastic here, be sure to read the story I wrote below, and wherever you are, I hope you have a good morning, good evening, or good afternoon and also a happy new year!
Commissioned by:
NaughtyBigDog (Consider commissioning him, he's going through tough times atm!)
EDIT: I totally did not upload the NSFW Version when it was meant to be the SFW version. Shush you.
___
Raamaiah stood there on the side of the ring, his body covered in mud as the ape tried dearly to catch his breath.
“No… can’t lose… yet…” He panted.
His body ached and protested. Not long now, a strong blow would end this match in his opponent’s favor. The ape raised his fists, ready to counter any attack this other wrestler would dish out, he had to win this…he just had to…
Otherwise he’d be bringing down Fuerte with him…
God, why did he have to accept this match? Why?!
Fuerte told him… he told him that if Raamaiah went to one of the city’s underground rings it’d end badly for him… the ape just never realized it’d be that bad…
Raamaiah never got a good look at the people who owned the ring. They tended to obscure their faces with sunglasses, masks and the like, any attempts to gain any semblance of their true identity would be rendered fruitless because of it, either way their presence unnerved the wrestler.
Getting into the ring was simple. All Raamaiah had to do was attend an interview with the owners who would discuss it with each other. The ape didn’t even have to speak, instead he just wore his outfit and whenever he was told to pose he posed.
If the owners told him to flex, he’d flex. If they asked for a fighting stance, he’d do it.
...Then the owners told him to get naked. Now being naked in the ring wasn’t a new thing to the gorilla, but having to get naked in an interview most certainly was. After convincing the owners to keep his mask on, he removed all his clothing, leaving it in a pile in the corner, his large privates on display for the owners.
Then they got him to do the same poses one more time, flexes, attack stances, it was most certainly a… strange interview.
“It certainly is… big.” One of him said to the others.
“Yes it is… you think with that he’d be good for… that.” One more replied.
“Of course, but he certainly wouldn’t do it voluntarily, and we need a plus one.”
A much younger of the group suddenly interjected however amongst the whispers.
“Hey… wasn’t he around that El Fuerte right?”
“You mean that tiger right?”
“Yeah… maybe they know each other…”
“If that’s the case… then he would be perfect.”
Raamaiah coughed, still buck naked and looking to put his outfit back on.
“Uh yes…” One of the eldest looking ones… at least by the sound of his voice, replied. “We actually have a special match you can participate in. One that will be viewed by many, both consisting of members of the ring and outsiders.”
“Wait really? Already?!” Raamaiah replied looking wide eyed.
“Yes, you’d fight our strongest wrestler and if you win against him we’d give you all the riches you could desire!”
They never said what these riches were. In hindsight Raamaiah realized that was a massive red flag, yet the prospect of such fame and fortune… at the time the ape couldn’t refuse such an opportunity. It’d be criminal of him not to!
“I-Is that so…” Raamaiah said, trying to play it cool as Fuerte taught him. “I-I think that would be a good chance to show of my strength…”
“Good.” The man said. “How do you feel about Mud Wrestling?”
Mud Wrestling. Wait… they did it here too? Raamaiah’s fondest memories as a child and teenager was wrestling with his friends in the mud pits of Thunderhead. Showing off their strength to each other, proving who was the best… they’d fight in there for hours until they couldn’t even be recognized anymore. To be able to do that in a professional setting, Raamaiah would love it.
“However.” The man continued. “In order for us to provide you these riches, you need to provide something on your end in the unfortunate circumstances that you lose. Like a bet. We’re putting our money on the line, you’ve got to put something of yours on the line too.”
“I-I don’t really have much I can offer…” Raamaiah replied bluntly.
“Don’t worry. We have something planned for you to bet.”
The man turned around the computer, flashing on the screen were various pictures of Fuerte in the ring.
“El Fuerte?” Raamaiah asked curiously.
“You know the guy?”
“Y-Yeah, he’s my friend.”
“Ah I see… well… how about you put him on the line?”
“Him? What do you mean?”
“You lose and both you and him have to fulfill a simple request of ours. Nothing too major. Thinking of it as paying off your debt.” “I-I’ve done it before.” Raamaiah replied, still trying to play it cool.
“That’s nice. Well the match will be in a special arena for that, standard knockout rules, how does that sound?”
“I-I’ll see if I can fit it into my schedule!”
Fuerte always used that one. Raamaiah still was unsure why though, after all Fuerte didn’t have a schedule…
“Well… we hope you are able to.” The man replies, while another one sneered “Of course the dirty ape would love rolling around in the mud like that.” Raamaiah didn’t hear that quote.
“I see…” Raamaiah thought for a moment. Get Fuerte involved. Would he really be willing to do that? What if it’s something horrible… what if it involved unmasking… Fuerte’s spent months trying to erase his unmasked face off the internet and for it to happen again? Fuerte would never forgive him.
...Yet they did say it wasn’t anything major… and if anything Raamaiah could consider this as a way to try and prove himself to the tiger…
“Do you want to enter this match or not…”
There was nothing special about that line, yet it still pushed the ape to do it, to accept the match, to sign this strange contract and to tell them Fuerte’s address so they can “pick him up”. And this was how everything went downhill.
The match was heavily advertised, apparently it was even going to be livestreamed to the web! Posters were hung up all around proclaiming Raamaiah’s big match… yet the entire time… he never saw Fuerte. Not once. “Where the hell is he?” The ape thought, yet on the night of the match, he found out.
The owners showed him a video, one that shook the wrestler to the core. Inside a dark room, was Fuerte, naked, unmasked and tied to a chair.
“Raamaiah?” He cried out. “What’s going on? Why am I here? They said it had something to do with you, what have you done?!”
That’s all it took for Raamaiah to realize how the weight of the situation he was in. He roped his best friend into something that could wind up horrible for the both of him, and now… he couldn’t do anything about it. Because if the ape backed out now… it would of been a forfeit.
So now here he was. Fighting for his life in a shaggy loincloth given to him by the owners. He was so close to defeat, but it wasn’t just his own life he was fighting for. He couldn’t lose here… not for him but for Fuerte! He was going to win and going to bust down the door to wherever the tiger was and apologize for everything!
His opponent knelt down. He was going for a charge. If Raamaiah could use the last of his energy to counter this properly, he could turn this in his favor!
The other man rushed towards Raamaiah in a burst of speed. It was now or never, he had to win this! He wasn’t going to lose! His opponent reached down aaaaaand-
___
CONTINUED IN THE NSFW VERSION: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29925480/
In all seriousness, it seems like our wrestler has been caught up in a dirty mud wrestling match! He's almost ready to strike, so hopefully his opponent doesn't resort to any... dirty tactics.
Puns aside though, I'm super happy with how this turned out, Raamaiah does look fantastic here, be sure to read the story I wrote below, and wherever you are, I hope you have a good morning, good evening, or good afternoon and also a happy new year!
Commissioned by:
NaughtyBigDog (Consider commissioning him, he's going through tough times atm!)EDIT: I totally did not upload the NSFW Version when it was meant to be the SFW version. Shush you.
___
Raamaiah stood there on the side of the ring, his body covered in mud as the ape tried dearly to catch his breath.
“No… can’t lose… yet…” He panted.
His body ached and protested. Not long now, a strong blow would end this match in his opponent’s favor. The ape raised his fists, ready to counter any attack this other wrestler would dish out, he had to win this…he just had to…
Otherwise he’d be bringing down Fuerte with him…
God, why did he have to accept this match? Why?!
Fuerte told him… he told him that if Raamaiah went to one of the city’s underground rings it’d end badly for him… the ape just never realized it’d be that bad…
Raamaiah never got a good look at the people who owned the ring. They tended to obscure their faces with sunglasses, masks and the like, any attempts to gain any semblance of their true identity would be rendered fruitless because of it, either way their presence unnerved the wrestler.
Getting into the ring was simple. All Raamaiah had to do was attend an interview with the owners who would discuss it with each other. The ape didn’t even have to speak, instead he just wore his outfit and whenever he was told to pose he posed.
If the owners told him to flex, he’d flex. If they asked for a fighting stance, he’d do it.
...Then the owners told him to get naked. Now being naked in the ring wasn’t a new thing to the gorilla, but having to get naked in an interview most certainly was. After convincing the owners to keep his mask on, he removed all his clothing, leaving it in a pile in the corner, his large privates on display for the owners.
Then they got him to do the same poses one more time, flexes, attack stances, it was most certainly a… strange interview.
“It certainly is… big.” One of him said to the others.
“Yes it is… you think with that he’d be good for… that.” One more replied.
“Of course, but he certainly wouldn’t do it voluntarily, and we need a plus one.”
A much younger of the group suddenly interjected however amongst the whispers.
“Hey… wasn’t he around that El Fuerte right?”
“You mean that tiger right?”
“Yeah… maybe they know each other…”
“If that’s the case… then he would be perfect.”
Raamaiah coughed, still buck naked and looking to put his outfit back on.
“Uh yes…” One of the eldest looking ones… at least by the sound of his voice, replied. “We actually have a special match you can participate in. One that will be viewed by many, both consisting of members of the ring and outsiders.”
“Wait really? Already?!” Raamaiah replied looking wide eyed.
“Yes, you’d fight our strongest wrestler and if you win against him we’d give you all the riches you could desire!”
They never said what these riches were. In hindsight Raamaiah realized that was a massive red flag, yet the prospect of such fame and fortune… at the time the ape couldn’t refuse such an opportunity. It’d be criminal of him not to!
“I-Is that so…” Raamaiah said, trying to play it cool as Fuerte taught him. “I-I think that would be a good chance to show of my strength…”
“Good.” The man said. “How do you feel about Mud Wrestling?”
Mud Wrestling. Wait… they did it here too? Raamaiah’s fondest memories as a child and teenager was wrestling with his friends in the mud pits of Thunderhead. Showing off their strength to each other, proving who was the best… they’d fight in there for hours until they couldn’t even be recognized anymore. To be able to do that in a professional setting, Raamaiah would love it.
“However.” The man continued. “In order for us to provide you these riches, you need to provide something on your end in the unfortunate circumstances that you lose. Like a bet. We’re putting our money on the line, you’ve got to put something of yours on the line too.”
“I-I don’t really have much I can offer…” Raamaiah replied bluntly.
“Don’t worry. We have something planned for you to bet.”
The man turned around the computer, flashing on the screen were various pictures of Fuerte in the ring.
“El Fuerte?” Raamaiah asked curiously.
“You know the guy?”
“Y-Yeah, he’s my friend.”
“Ah I see… well… how about you put him on the line?”
“Him? What do you mean?”
“You lose and both you and him have to fulfill a simple request of ours. Nothing too major. Thinking of it as paying off your debt.” “I-I’ve done it before.” Raamaiah replied, still trying to play it cool.
“That’s nice. Well the match will be in a special arena for that, standard knockout rules, how does that sound?”
“I-I’ll see if I can fit it into my schedule!”
Fuerte always used that one. Raamaiah still was unsure why though, after all Fuerte didn’t have a schedule…
“Well… we hope you are able to.” The man replies, while another one sneered “Of course the dirty ape would love rolling around in the mud like that.” Raamaiah didn’t hear that quote.
“I see…” Raamaiah thought for a moment. Get Fuerte involved. Would he really be willing to do that? What if it’s something horrible… what if it involved unmasking… Fuerte’s spent months trying to erase his unmasked face off the internet and for it to happen again? Fuerte would never forgive him.
...Yet they did say it wasn’t anything major… and if anything Raamaiah could consider this as a way to try and prove himself to the tiger…
“Do you want to enter this match or not…”
There was nothing special about that line, yet it still pushed the ape to do it, to accept the match, to sign this strange contract and to tell them Fuerte’s address so they can “pick him up”. And this was how everything went downhill.
The match was heavily advertised, apparently it was even going to be livestreamed to the web! Posters were hung up all around proclaiming Raamaiah’s big match… yet the entire time… he never saw Fuerte. Not once. “Where the hell is he?” The ape thought, yet on the night of the match, he found out.
The owners showed him a video, one that shook the wrestler to the core. Inside a dark room, was Fuerte, naked, unmasked and tied to a chair.
“Raamaiah?” He cried out. “What’s going on? Why am I here? They said it had something to do with you, what have you done?!”
That’s all it took for Raamaiah to realize how the weight of the situation he was in. He roped his best friend into something that could wind up horrible for the both of him, and now… he couldn’t do anything about it. Because if the ape backed out now… it would of been a forfeit.
So now here he was. Fighting for his life in a shaggy loincloth given to him by the owners. He was so close to defeat, but it wasn’t just his own life he was fighting for. He couldn’t lose here… not for him but for Fuerte! He was going to win and going to bust down the door to wherever the tiger was and apologize for everything!
His opponent knelt down. He was going for a charge. If Raamaiah could use the last of his energy to counter this properly, he could turn this in his favor!
The other man rushed towards Raamaiah in a burst of speed. It was now or never, he had to win this! He wasn’t going to lose! His opponent reached down aaaaaand-
___
CONTINUED IN THE NSFW VERSION: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29925480/
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Gorilla
Size 2550 x 3300px
File Size 3.86 MB
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