Ass and Gas

Daniel's stomach began to rumble loudly, the jobber switching himself around on top of you to give you a whiff of his ass. "Ah! Normally all the girls fart on me, now I get to gas one!" Daniel brought his ass on top of you, his spandex leaving little to imagination. He bounced his butt on top of you, rubbing in the scent of his sweat and ass scent on top of your face. "Now I'll mark you with it, y-your gonna smell like that for everyone to see!" The jobber rubbed his gross smell all over your nose, his body weight keeping you stuck underneath him. You attempted to struggle against him, but a new smell interrupted you.

PRRAAAAPAFFFFFFFT!!!

Daniel let out a ripe plume of gas all over your face. The sudden burst stopping your escape attempt, you began to cough and whimper from the smell. Some of it trailed into your mouth, teasing your tongue with his smell. "Taste it! Now you'll see what I have to put up with!" He pressed his ass weight tightly on top of you, grunting loudly to let out another fart.

PFFFFFFFFFFFT!!

For a jobber, his gas was impressive enough to knock the fight out of you with just two little shots. You laid back on the wrestling ring floor, succumbing to each gross gas pocket that Daniel let out of his arse. Slowly, your consciousness drifted, drowning in the scent of his farts. He pulled down his spandex, smugly looking down at you.

"Nnngh... Night!"

BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

His final blast hit you raw, knocking you out of the match for good. Now you were the lowest of the low, a jobbers first easy victory.