Well it's time for another simple one this time! Wanted to do some more stuff with Raamaiah and here it is, a simple sketch but hey it's a start. I don't think Raam particularly likes this situation though.

Either way he's stuck like that!

As always guys, be sure to check out the artist, as well as read the story below, and wherever you are, I hope you have a good morning, good evening or afternoon!

Artist: https://twitter.com/RioichiKarihazi

(He's also doing a good deal on Phone Sketch Commissions, it's what I got!): https://twitter.com/RioichiKarihazi.....49728606003201

Writer:  machupichu18

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"Submit!" A tiger yelled at the top of his lungs.

"N-never!" An ape replied as he was caught in a hold.

“We both know I’ve got you!”


“G-Grrr….”

Raamaiah knew Fuerte had him beat. The ape knew it, and the tiger knew it, yet what the tiger didn’t know… was the other wrestler had planned this outcome all along.

It’s something friends tend to do, a confidence booster you could say. Raamaiah wanted to fire Fuerte up for future matches. It was just a shame that his friend made a little bet between the two of them. The winner picks the winner’s outfit for a week, those were the conditions. The loser cannot change their clothes, they cannot try to cover them, all the loser can do is take his punishment.

Well… Raamaiah was content on doing this, Fuerte needed to feel victorious after all. Besides the heel was his friend… he’d be merciful in his costume choice… right?

“Take off your clothes.” Fuerte said as the duo stood in front of each other.

Raamaiah paused for a moment as he heard the tiger’s response. Before sighing and doing exactly what was asked, putting his clothes in front of the tiger and placing his hands by his side.

The ape was fine with being naked. Having hailed from Thunderhead, you tend to get used to having to bear it all around others. Shame the law enforcement officers here didn’t share the same sentiment. Either way, so long as Fuerte didn’t take his mask he’d be fine, though that wasn’t in Fuerte’s nature. Raamaiah had known the tiger for long enough now to know that the heel wouldn’t go as far to unmask him. Though… would he really force him to go naked like this? Surely the face would be arrested right?

It didn’t take long for the ape to realise though this wasn’t the case, as his friend threw something in his face.

Raamaiah let out a confused look as it fell down his body, picking it up and getting a good look at the… clothing.

“White underwear?” The wrestler said as he raised an eyebrow.

“Yep. This is gonna be your outfit for a week!” Fuerte replied.

“O...Kay?” Raamaiah muttered as he slipped them on. They were tight, and slim fitting, just wearing them left a sizeable bulge on display.

What was the point of this? Was it the bulge? Why did Fuerte want him to wear such an outfit? Though Fuerte laughing gave him an idea.

"You look like such a dork?" Fuerte exclaimed with a smirk.

"A… dork?"

"Yeah. Like a weirdo. After all who would wear nothing tighty whities everywhere?"

Tighty… whities? Was that what these underwear was called? Either way he didn't like the idea of people thinking he was a weirdo. He was the champion of Thunderhead! Not a weirdo…

Raamaiah let out a grumble as he stood there. He knew he couldn't do anything about it. Fuerte would make sure he'd keep them on. Even so… he could always just stay indoors for a little bi-

"Hey, by the way." Fuerte chuckled, cutting the ape's thoughts off. "I organised a meet and greet for us. You get to see your greatest fans!"

Of course he'd do this. A week long of public relations in these… whities. That was a lot more like Fuerte.

He let out another grumble as he crossed his arms. Well he better get used to seeing his white ass plastered all over the internet… wait a minute.

Was Fuerte staring at his bulge?

No… he couldn't… could he?

A sigh escaped the ape's lips. Even if the tiger kept staring… which he… kinda liked… either way the ape knew…

That this was going to be a long week...