The wrestler approached a gated community, driving up to the guard's station.
"Hey, Hank," she said, nodding to the guard.
"Hi, Ms. Stanford," the man replied. punching a button inside his area that opened up the main gate, allowing the wrestler to pass.
"Wait a minute," Andrew thought to himself, recognizing the name. "Ms. Stanford? This wouldn't be Beth "The Wall" Stanford, would it? I used to watch her when I was a little kid."
They pulled up to a very large house at the end of the street and Ms. Stanford took Andrew by the hand, leading him inside. The house was probably twice the size of his own, with a wide living room greeting him as soon as they walked inside.
"Welcome to my home," she said, presenting it like a supermodel showing off a car on a game show. "Now, let's get down to business."
The wrestler picked Andrew up and carried him upstairs, while Andrew tried to wriggle free.
"Now, now," she said chidingly. "You've already tried that and you couldn't escape. What makes you think you can get away from me now?" For emphasis, she squeezed him a little harder, grabbing both of his hands to keep him in place. Within a few moments, they were at her bedroom door.
Beth carried him inside, casually tossing him onto the bed. She began stripping as seductively as she could, doing a little dance as she did so. Before long, Beth was standing there in only her bra and panties.
For what it was worth, Andrew was a little impressed. He thought she was just a big blob of fat, like most wrestlers her size, male or female. Instead, she looked pretty healthy, with very little fat on her considerable frame. She appeared insanely strong for her size. Not that that was helping poor Andrew any.
"S-So," he said, sitting up on the bed as she slowly approached. "You must work out, huh?"
"You better believe it," Beth replied. "I can still bench a little over 300 pounds. Not bad for a woman in her late 30's."
Andrew laughed nervously, wishing he was still at the arcade, away from this very large woman.
"Take off your clothes," she commanded. Andrew complied, not wanting to get on Beth's bad side. In a few minutes, he sat there in his underwear, dreading what awaited him.
Without warning, Beth charged towards the bed, jumping up in the air and landing on top of Andrew. Her arms were extended, protecting Andrew for the most part, but he still felt most of the impact.
Beth wrapped her huge arms around the smaller man and rolled over, kissing him hungrily.
Andrew's eyes went wide with terror.