Diana, Paula and Mei's Story Pack

Today, I am going to tell you three stories about some of the biggest girls in the world. Well, one is guaranteed to be big. One is rather small but wants to be big. And the other keeps going on and off. I'll explain later. But these are three stories about these three girls. And we will start from smallest to largest. Let's begin, shall we?

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Diana in "Whatever Suits You"

Business was slow this week at the Grab n' Go, the very mini-mart Diana worked at. Few customers today, but that wasn't really gonna make business boom. Diana let out a bit of a yawn.

"You bored too, Diana?" asked her co-worker Jared.

"Don't you know it," answered Diana.

"I don't know why we can't just go home early," said their co-worker Candice.

"You know how Mr. Chimendez is with his store," added Roger.

Their boss, Mr. Chimendez always wanted to make sure his store was the number 1 mini-mart in town. And well, this past week has been lacking, per se.

While the staff was cleaning up and getting ready to call it a day, Mr. Chimendez called on to the speaker.

"Diana, would you come to office?" he called.

Diana feared this could only mean one thing.

"It was nice working with you guys," she told her co-workers in fear and hopelessness.

She came up to the boss's office, ready to face the dreadful news.

"There you are, Diana," said Mr. Chimendez.

"Mr. Chimendez, whatever it was I did, I'm sorry! It won't happen again! I promise! Please don't fire me! begged Diana.

Her boss was confused.

"I am not going to fire you," he assured her.

"You're not?" asked a hopeful Diana.

"No, no. I called you in for something."

"Oh, that's a relief."

A great weight was lifted off her shoulders.

"So, what is it?"

Mr. Chimendez showed her a big red body suot with "Annual Super Sale" labeled on it.

"As you know, Grab n' Go is to have its annual super sale soon, and you would be perfect for this year's gimmick," he explained.

"Me? You want me to be in charge of the sale?" asked Diana giddily.

"That's right. All you have to do is put on this suit, and we will take care of the rest."

"You can count on me, Mr. Chimendez!"

"Good! See you for it!"

"You know it!"

Diana was happy to help with the sale and that she wasn't getting fired. Then she noticed something.

"Uh...the first letter of each word. Did you notice that?" she asked.

Mr. Chimendez looked at it and realized what she meant.

"I did not think that part through," he admitted.

The day of the big sale came, and Diana had put on the suit as instructed.

"So, all I gotta do is wear this, and it'll attract customers?" she asked.

"Well, there is one more thing," said Mr. Chimendez.

Jared came out with a hose and a foot pump. They connected them to the suit.

"Uh...what are you doing?" asked a confused Diana.

"This is the main gimmick Mr. Chimendez had in mind for the suit," said Jared.

He pushed on the pump and sent air straight into Diana's suit.

"Hey! What's happening?!" gasped Diana.

Soon, the suit rounded out and Diana was turned into a big red spherical blimp, floating right over the store with Candice tying her to the side of the building so she wouldn't float away.

"Alright, Diana, you're good!" exclaimed Mr. Chimendez.

Now, Diana had always wanted to make her body big like her idol Mei Hoshigaki, but she didn't expect to take it in this direction.

"Look at me. I'm a big red balloon advertising the store I'm stuck at, and I look ridiculous. It probably won't even work," she groaned.

Just then, a wave of customers show up.

"Check it out! That balloon says there's a sale going on!" said one customer.

"So bright and noticeable" said another.

"And the acronym is hilarious!" said another.

This was worming like a charm.

"Okay, I was wrong about that," she said.

Business was now really blowing up as the demand was quite high. The supply was getting thinner and thinner. And it was all thanks to Diana the blimp.

"Diana, you really brought in a crowd today!" said Jared.

"Mr. Chimendez really gave you a good job for this event," agreed Candace.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm happy to help, but... this isn't what I had in mind," admitted Diana.

She wanted to be big, but somehow, this was embarrassing her.

When lunch came around, it was hard for her to eat since she was still tied and anchored to her position. Her co-workers had to help her eat. Diana just couldn't wait for this day to be over. But at least it brought in some much needed business.

Soon enough, as the crowd was getting smaller, a little boy came by and saw the balloon.

"Mommy, can I get that balloon?" he asked.

"That kid wants to take me with him?" gasped Diana.

He undid the knot Candice made and started to take her away.

"Hey, kid! Let go of me! You can't just take me home like some cheap prize!" Diana yelled to him.

"Yikes! Talking balloon!" yelped the kid.

Hia shock was so big, he let go of her. And now she was drifting off.

"Uh, guys...HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!" screamed Diana.

Her co-workers saw her take off.

"Mr. Chimendez is not gonna be happy about this," said Roger.

Diana was drifting all over the city and couldn't believe this was happening to her.

"I can't believe this is happening to me," she echoed my wording.

Some people looked up to her and thought she was a lost balloon drifting in the air after some child let go of her. Which wasn't wrong. Some thought she was a parade float gone wayward. Some feared she was a spy satellite of some kind from a terrorist organization. Either way, she was getting a lot of unwanted attention.

"Most embarrassing day ever," she griped.

Soon, through the sky, she was floating toward a flock of ducks.

"Uh-oh! Incoming ducks!" she exclaimed.

The ducks flew around her, slightly messing up their migration pattern. A few bumped into her without seeing where they were going.

"Careful! Hey, watch it! Move it! Out of the way! Coming through!" she called out to them.

She managed to get through with a couple of feathers in her mouth.

"Boy, if looks could kill," she commented.

Soon, she floated over her mainland of Hawaii. Her mother, Milana, was enjoying a cup of her favorite tea and enjoying a nice book. Just then, the shadow of her balloony daughter came flying overhead.

"Hi, mom!" her daughter called out.

"Oh, Diana! I wasn't expecting you visiting today!" said a cheerful Milana. She looked around with no sign of her daughter. "Where are you?"

"Up here!" Diana called.

"Up?"

She looked up and saw her daughter floating above like an oversize beach ball.

"Sorry to drop in on you like this, and hopefully not literally, but some accident happened at work, and..." Diana tried to explain.

But then the wond picked up and carried her away.

"Whoa!" she yelped.

Milana could not believe what she just saw.

"Either that's what she does all day, or this is something in this tea that shouldn't be in it," she figured.

The wind blew Diana all over the world. Off the heads of Mt. Rushmore, off the rooftops of the Kremlin, all around the Great Wall of China, down the canals of Venice like a buoy, the jungles of Brazil, the Serengeti, the Statue of Liberty and Times Square, Mt. Fuji, the Eiffel Tower, even through the letters of the Hollywood sign. And not necessarily in that order. And hey, it's a story. She could go to those places so quickly in fiction. It was a crazy trip around the world.

"I wanted to see the world, but not like this," she groaned.

Soon, she was back in the same city the mini-mart was at and found herself landing right on a tree branch in the park. The branch's roots popped out and dug into the suit.

"I know where this is going..." said a worried Diana.

POP!

The suit burst apart with its latex composites scattered about.

"Well, at least I'm free from that thing," she said relieved.

Back at Grab n' Go, the other co-workers told Mr. Chimendez what happened.

"You lost Diana?" he asked them.

"It was that kid's fault," said Jared.

"I just hope she's okay," said Candice.

The door let out its entry chime and they all saw Diana come in with the suit's remains.

"Diana! You're back!" said Jared.

"Where's the suit?" asked Roger.

"Well..." said Diana.

She showed them its demise.

"Oh, so much for the gimmick," said Mr. Chimendez.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Chimedez. I know this is pink slip worthy," Diana apologized.

"Oh, it wasn't your fault, Diana. Besides, it helped with business, so..." Mr. Chimendez started.

As it turned out, Mr. Chimendez had a spare suit that said "BIG WEEKEND SALE" on it, and it waa inflated just as big and round as the last one. And it was blue. And this time, she was staying on the ground inside where she could stay grounded while everyone was intrigued by her. But she wasn't amused.

"I would've taken the pink slip," she mumbled.

"At least it's keeping business going," said Jared.

"Can I wear the suit next time?" asked an eager Candice.

"I wish," sighed Diana.

It was gonna be a long weekend.

End of Story

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Paula in "Love at First Plight"

Paula Isabella was a woman who always put her outer beauty before her inner. She was the most narcissistic woman you could meet. Whenever a man would gawk at her, she would tease them a bit and put them down like a dog who would never be adopted from the animal shelter. Being the top supermodel and director of Glamma Jamma was nothing short of amazing for her.

While she did have the glitz and glamor, she did have one caveat. You see, she has been plagued woth a curse. Whenever her ego got the better of her, she would grow into an obese state the size of it, looking like Homer Simpson from that one Halloween special. The only way to break the curse is to find her one true love. Of course, her vanity and pride would always be placed first, so this curse wasn't gonna break anytime soon.

One day, Paula got a call from her mother, Silvia.

"Come on, Mom. We've been over this already. I'm just not ready yet," groaned Paula.

"But, honey," said Silvia, "you know you can't dwell on it forever. It's about time you found yourself a man. Or a woman. Whichever you prefer. You should take this more seriously and consider starting a family of your own."

"I know. But the more you badger about it, the less likely I'm gonna do it."

"All the more reason to do it sooner rather than later."

"But how will I know he's the one? I gotta make sure he'll break..."

Paula realized what she was about to say. Her mother was not aware of the curse. So...

"...break the mold in my standards."

"Just please consider it more and find someone you will be happy with," insisted Silvia.

"Right, mom," agreed Paula.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

And thus ended their conversation.

Paula was at a bit of an impasse about this.

"How am I supposed to find a boyfriend and make Mom shut up about it when I can't even find someone to match my standards?" she pondered.

She wasn't gonna be able to focus until she got this taken care of. But no matter what the guy, she just couldn't see past their appearance. Then she happened to come across somebody "perfect" for this conundrum of hers. She turned the corner and then collided with them.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOU DEADBRAIN!" she yelled.

"Sorry about that," said the person she collided with.

"You're lucky that right now I'm busy with another matter, or I would have to deal with you personally."

"Right, right. Just having a bad day, I see."

For a second, Paula looked at the guy she collided with and thought...

"This just might be the one."

Then she said flirtatiously,

"Hey. You look like you could use someone in your life. And look no further."

"Uh...I already have a girlfriend."

This soured Paula's demeanor, and she facepalmed.

"Look! I'll pay you handsomely, in only one way, if you agree to pretend to be my boyfriend for a little while for my mother," she offered.

"Hang on a sec," said the guy.

He took out his phone, dialed up someone and said,

"Hey, babe, some blonde bombshell is bribing me to be her boyfriend. What do you make of it?"

(Cartoon phone chatter feedback on the other end)

"Okay, got it. Bye."

He hung and said,

"Okay, my girlfriend is open to it so long as you don't break my heart, or she'll break your legs."

That didn't seem too pleasing to Paula, but right now, she already had it set up.

"Let's just get this over with," she ordered.

And so, Paula and her "boyfriend" were on the way over to talk to Silvia.

"You probably know this, but I'm Paula. Paula Isabelle," Paula introduced herself.

"I'm Andrew," said the guy.

Yes, your narrator of these stories was the one dragged into this.

"Well, at least it's not something dumb like Wally," figured Paula.

Soon, Paula was on a video call with Silvia to introduce me to her.

"Oh, mom~!" Paula sang. "I got some good news!"

"You bought out another subsidiary your company will never do anything with, didn't you?" asked an unimpressed Silvia.

"No! Well, yeah. But something else!" answered Paula. She brought me into the screen. "Look! I finally have a boyfriend!"

"Yep! That's me! Andrew! Her boyfriend!" I said trying to convince her.

"Okay, stop trying," growled Paula.

Silvia took a good look at me

"This...is...wonderful! I knew you would find the one eventually!" she exclaimed proudly.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Isabelle. Your daughter is...certainly something," I commented.

Paula looked a little annoyed at that.

"So, yeah. I hope you can stop complaining about my so-called single life because I'm taken now! Bye!" said Paula.

But before she ended the call...

"Wait!" said Silvia. "I wish to meet him in person."

This shocked Paula quite a bit to the point that her hair suddenly stood straight up like a Super Saiyan.

"I-I-I-I-In...person?" she asked.

"Of course. I should get to know him more. How about dinner at the Crystal Bistro, Friday at 6:00? I'll make reservations now!"

Silvia was so eager to meet me.

"Great. See you then, Mrs. Isabelle."

Paula was in hot water here.

Thia was getting out of hand.

"So, it looks like your mom wants to meet me face-to-face. We'll have dinner, get to know each other, maybe get some ice cream after," I figured.

"Have you forgotten that you're just pretending to be my boyfriend?" Paula reminded me. "She doesn't know that this is all a ploy to make her happy and keep her quiet!"

"Well, still, it will be nice. We just have to keep pretending until after dinner. Then you can pretend to break up with me," I suggested.

"This is gonna be hell," moaned Paula.

Throughout the week, Paula and I were making a lot of layaway with the media. They thought this relationship was all too real. I just hoped my girlfriend didn't get the wrong idea about this. I mean, it was a bit of an open relationship, but she may still take it the wrong way.

"Those idiots will believe anything..." groaned Paula.

And soon enough, Friday night finally arrived. I was wearing one of the swankiest tuxes that Glamma Jamma had to offer.

"Are you sure you didn't have anything more casual for me to wear?" I asked. "And don't you think you might be trying a little too hard with that dress?"

Paula was wearing a long black or dark blue dress with lacing at the side, diamond earrings, bracelets, and some high heel shoes. She looked more ready for a cotillion than dinner with her mother.

"Look, if we're gonna get through this, we gotta show Mom that we are the perfect couple, or she'll never stop pestering me about this," she complained.

"You seem more about getting this off your back than making her happy."

"What of it? My schedule is huge already, and I can't have her intervening about the same old thing every time she calls! I just want her to be happy with how I am now."

"By feigning a relationship with some guy you paid off?"

"Less talk, more escort."

I escorted her into the Crystal Bistro where Silvia was waiting for us at the reserved table.

"Yoohoo! Over here!" she called over.

We walked over there and sat down.

"So, Mom, you just met Andrew over our video call. I hope you two get along," said Paula.

Nice to meet you in person, Mrs. Isabelle," I greeted her.

"Oh, please, call me Silvia," she insisted.

"So, Silvia, is fashion designing a family tradition?" I asked.

"Oh, no," Silvia answered. "That was just what my daughter wanted to dabble into. I grew up making fine vases and urns from a pottery class I took in my teen years."

"Interesting."

"Now, what about you, Andrew?"

"Well, I'm a bit of a writer. I had made a few series of stories and fanfics. I hope to one day make it big as a freelance author."

"Do tell."

Paula seemed to be relieved that her mother wasn't bringing up any embarrassing childhood memories of hers.

We had our meals served to us and enjoyed what we had. Some spaghetti for me, a nice lobster for Silvia, and a low-fat cornish game hen for Paula, with a side salad. That was when Silvia asked a really big question.

"So, how did you two meet?" she asked.

That was the biggest problem for Paula. She couldn't just float out say, "Oh, him? He's just some schmuck I paid to act as my boyfriend to get you to shut up!" She may be vain, but she wasn't gonna be heartless to her own mother.

"Well..." she stammered.

"We met at the theater performance of that famous movie! You know the one, Paula!" I interpreted.

"Oh yeah! That one!" she followed.

I saved her face there.

Just as Paula was going off to powder her nose, she didn't know that some of the table cloth had gotten wrapped around her ankle and came careening toward me, knocking us both onto the floor.

"Oh my goodness! Are you two alright?!" gasped Silvia.

At that moment, the landing revealed that Paula had her lips on mine. She was completely shocked and disgusted and ran out.

"Paula! Honey!" Silvia cried.

"This isn't right," I sighed

Paula was trying to wash the taste of a commoner out of her mouth. To her, I was a commoner. I came out of the restaurant.

"Paula, I think we need to tell your mother the truth," I figured.

"Why? She saw us doing that! Now she'll be looking forward to our eventual wedding! And to think, I'm gonna be stuck for the rest of my life married to YOU!" she ranted.

"Hey, I may not be the man of your dreams, but you bribed me into this, remember? You're gonna have to tell her or be in a marriage you don't want! What's it gonna be?"

"Geez, this is so..."

At that moment, it happened. The curse triggered and she blobbed out.

"You didn't see this," she told me.

"But it happen-" I started

"DIDN'T SEE IT!" Paula hissed.

"Fine. Don't know what you're talking about."

But then I remember something.

"Remember our deal?"

So, I got paid as Paula promised and took my real gal, Olivia Hartbern, out for a little fun time. With the kind of cash she had, she was able to spare a few thousand bucks.

"So, she really turned into a blob of blubber out of nowhere?" asked Olivia.

"Right then and there. And now, the charade is over and we have some time together, babe," I explained. "But Silvia was a nice mother."

"Too bad she didn't get her mom's kindness," added Olivia.

Paula was on another call with her mom.

"So, it didn't really work out with me and Andrew. We broke up after that," she explained.

"Well, sweetie, just remember not to rush in a relationship. I must admit, I have been overbearing on this myself," Silvia responded.

"You don't say."

"So, from now on, just wait till you do find that special someone."

"I will. And maybe I'll be free of the curse."

"What?"

"Nothing. Bye!"

Paula hung up and looked at her followers' posts, shockingly reading how they wish she got back together with me and how cute a couple we were. She then screamed at the top of her lungs,

"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!"

End of story

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Mei in "Garden Variety"

Mei Hoshigaki was having a nice little day off from her usual business and usual fighting. She just wanted to take it easy and not worry about anything.

"Ah, nothing like a nice relaxing walk in town to my favorite place," she said.

She came up to the park where she would go for a little R & R. It was also home to a lovely zen garden she liked to visit. It was where she could find peace and quiet from all the hubbub. As she walked through the park to enjoy it, she liked the sights of the trees blossoming, the wind swaying through the branches, the kids playing and flying kites, all that made this place the relaxing spot she cherished.

However, that peace was to be disturbed on that day. As she was laying back and musing in the garden, she could hear some very loud machinery.

"Oh, for crying out loud. What's all that racket? And why today?" she groaned.

She got up and saw that it was a bunch of bulldozers, cranes, wrecking balls, the likes of which meant demolition.

"Okay, boys, prepare to wreck the joint!" said the head honcho behind all this.

Just as they were about to attack the garden, Mei jumped in the way of their equipment and blocked it all. And she did not like her favorite garden being threatened.

"Who's in charge here?" she hissed venomously.

"That would be me: Brian Legarm!" said the honcho. Legarm was your cliché big business guy in terms of appearance. Bald, frumpy-looking, tacky vertical striped suit, cigar in hand, you know.

"You think you can just waltz right into this sanctuary and taint it with these mechanical menaces?" questioned Mei.

"I don't think, I know!" said Legarm.

Outside the garden was a sign meant to place a bowling alley right on top of where the garden stands.

COMING SOON

LEGARM LANES

STRIKE WHILE THE IRON'S HOT

That's what it said.

"Sorry, toots. Just business," said Legarm.

"As a businesswoman myself, I must decline your work being placed on top of a true vision of beauty and peace," Mei protested.

"And what are you gonna do about it? I got the permit, so you're outta luck," said Legarm.

"May I suggest a new spot? One that doesn't seem to be used? I fail to see the location you chose as ideal. No one goes to the park to bowl."

"But that little garden is such an eye sore."

Those two words insulting her spot sent her fuming out steam like a cartoon bull.

"EYE SORE?!" she roared.

Just as she was about to thrash Legarm, his two biggest goons stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Thanks, Bubba. Good job, Tank," said Legarm.

"I won't allow this," Mei insisted.

She looked at Bubba and Tank and had an idea.

"Okay, then. I'll make you a deal. I'm a wrestling champ, and your two biggies here might be interested in a little spar. You win, you can have your little bowling alley. I win, you get outta here and never come back," she offered.

Legarm laughed.

"My two boys against a tub of lard like you? Okay, you got yourself a deal," he agreed.

The two shook on it.

"Saturday. Noon. The Sumodome. Be there," Mei scheduled.

With the park 's garden at stake, everyone who attended the park were in high protest against Legarm's bowling alley taking its place. Protesters were right outside attempting to save it at all costs. Mei was happy to see that her place was getting support.

"Good to see that people care about it as much as I do," she said.

After all, such a lovely place had every right to be there, and it was not gonna go down without a fight. A fight Mei knew she had to win. But Bubba and Tank did look pretty intimidating. She thought,

"I'm gonna need some backup."

So, she called up her friend Carla, AKA Aztlan, and told her about the situation.

"Sí. This is a problem," Carla commented.

They were good sparring and workout partners, and Carla was very supportive of Mei's defense and protection of the garden.

"So, can you get here before Saturday?" asked Mei.

"For you, I can get there in the next five minutes," answered Carla.

And just like in typical cartoon fashion, she managed to get there that quickly.

"Let's get ourselves ready for this Sábado!" she declared.

And so, Mei and Carla started training for the big day. They knew that the fate of the zen garden hung in the balance, and they would not let that balance falter. After the typical training of running, lifting weights, reflexes, and taking the time to enjoy some green tea, they were ready for the big match. They just hoped it would be enough.

Saturday at the Sumodome, the place was packed with the crowd coming to see Mei uphold her honor.

"Looks like we got a real crowd today," said Carla.

"I just hope we don't let them down," hoped Mei.

Legarm had his boys ready for the show.

"Okay, boys, that fatso should be easy pickings. And in case she does seem threatening, you know what to do," he instructed.

"Right, boss," said Bubba.

"Yeah. If she can stop our equipment, she might be a little tough," said Tank.

"That's why you got the goods with you," said Legarm.

Noon arrived, and the match was about to begin with the ref taking the mic.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Sumodome! Today's match! In the east corner, weighing in at a staggering 500 lbs of pure bulk a pop, the wreckers, Bubba and Tank!" the ref introduced.

The crowd booed the heck out of them. Of course they weren't gonna want to see these two win and kill the garden.

"In the west corner, weighing in at...WOW! It's immeasurable. The Yokozuna herself, Mei Hoshigaki!"

Mei waved to her fans who cheered her on. They knew they wouldn't let her down.

"I also have a surprise," she said

She then did a bird call (which was a little bad, to be frank), and Aztlan leapt into the wrong.

"¡Hola, amigos!" she greeted.

"Hoshigaki has brought a special guest: the luchadora Aztlan!" the ref declared.

Bubba and Tank thought this would be easy, but now, they started doubting it.

"Ah, so she's made it even. It won't matter," Legarm assumed.

And so, the two teams stared at one another, eager to get it on, as the ref announced...

"BEGIN!!!"

The bell rang l, and the two construction cronies came charging at our heroes. Aztlan leapt out kf the way of Bubba while Mei grappled with Tank.

"Hey! Where's that birdbrain?" Bubba wondered

Carla landed right on his shoulder and started pecking his face.

"Do not insult my theme, estúpido," Aztlan warned.

Mei lifted Bubba up and suplexed him. This was already going well in the girls' favor.

Bubba grabbed Aztlan by her feathers and swung her around and tossed her to the other side of the ring, sending her off the ropes and slamming her against his arm.

"Try to get outta this, turkey!" roared Bubba.

Aztlan tried to wiggle free but couldn't. Mei smacked Bubba right in his rear real hard.

"Someone deserved a spanking," taunted Mei.

Aztlan broke free of Bubba's grip and did a falcon dive at Tank. He couldn't get out of the way in time.

The match seemed to be going well, but Armleg wasn't finished.

"Bust out the tools, boys!" he ordered.

Bubba took out a jackhammer that shook the whole ring like it was a level 5 earthquake, and Tank took out a wrecking ball and chain and swung it at the girls. They couldn't get close to their opponents now.

"How dishonorable! Using such cowardly tactics to win!" Aztlan scolded.

"We don't play fair, we play to win," said Tank.

He swung his ball and knocked the two down.

It seemed to be over. Bubba and Tank were ready to go for the pin. This was it. It seemed the garden would be mowed down and buried under Legarm Lanes. The crowd was in an uproar.

"Is this how it ends, amiga? Defeated at the hands of such lowlife scum?" wondered Aztlan.

Mei wasn't about to give up. She remembered what she was fighting for.

"Yeah, boys! Finish off that butterball and that chicken nugget!" Legarm demanded.

Just as they were going for the pin, Mei stopped their assault with her hands and shoved them off. Her aura was shining. Now she was serious.

"I won't lose to bastards like you! I'm fighting for the park! I'm fighting for the people! I'm fighting for my special place! THIS IS NOT OVER!" she declared.

She and Aztlan were back up and ready for round 2.

"¡Vamos!" screeched Aztlan.

The match was still up and roaring as Bubba and Tank tried using their weapons again. But this time, Mei slammed on the ring and caused a tremor of her own, breaking the jackhammer and ball with her own body. Aztlan aerial flipped over Bubba and spin dove at him, knocking him down.

"No no no! This isn't happening!" Legarm panicked.

Mei got onto the turnbuckle and said to a grounded Tank,

"You're the one about to get wrecked."

She lunged off the buckle and slammed down on Tank, burying him under all her mighty flab. At that moment, Legarm's lackeys were pinned down underneath the awesome power of these two fighting females.

"Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners: Mei Hoshigaki and Aztlan!" announced the ref.

The crowd then cheered the victory of the two faces.

Legarm was trying to sneak away, hoping he could steal back out of the deal.

"And where do you think you're going?" asked Mei.

Legarm was caught. He was also furious.

"I don't care if you won! I'm still gonna get my bowling alley right there, and I'm gonna do it now!" he declared.

"¿Realmente? In that case..." said Aztlan.

Mei then grabbed Legarm and sat on him until he agreed to back off from the garden. She and Aztlan demolished his equipment to make sure the garden would never be harmed.

"That takes care of that actual eye sore," said Mei.

"I'll sue you for this..." threatened Legarm.

"And I'll countersue," threatened Mei.

This caused Legarm to sniffle.

"Sorry, Legarm. Just doing business."

A fee days had passed, and Mei and Carla had managed to get the mayor to commission the zen garden as a city landmark. Therefore, it could never be demolished.

"All is well that ends well," said Carla.

"You said it," Mei agreed.

They were finally able to relax and enjoy the peace, love and tranquility of the park's zen garden without the threat of destruction. Bubba and Tank saw the garden and actually took into its beauty, not wanting to work in Legarm's business anymore. As for Legarm himself...

"What do I want? A bowling alley in the park! When do I want it? Now!" he protested.

However, no one showed support to him and just pelted him with leftover and uneaten foods and drinks. Don't worry. It got cleaned up. And all Legarm could do was sob over the end of his dream of a park bowling alley while Carla and Mei watched over his misery in absolutely bliss.

End of story

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And so, ends all three stories here. Diana had big plans that weekend, Paula didn't find love but at least got her mom to back off, and Mei, with help from Carla, saved her favorite place from certain doom. Thank you all for reading.

THE END

Violet: Hey, wait! Aren't you forgetting something?

Sorry, Violet. I don't have time or room for you.

Violet: Nuts...

Hey, there's always next time.

Violet: Yeah, I'll bet.