Give Up (Loss)

Somehow, all it took was just one fart to knock you out of the match. Your strength faded as Daniel kept unleashing noxious farts on your face, without even having to sit on you. Just one hand was all he needed to hold you against his ass and keep the gas coming. "Ah! I-I'm gonna win? I'm gonna win!" Daniel excitedly cried out, sitting back on your face and pinning you down underneath his sweaty boy butt. The two of you fell to the ring floor with a loud thud, Daniel's ass pinning you down with ease.

He undid his briefs, removing them and tossing them away, allowing the full stench of his musky ass to envelop your nose. Another stray fart escaped him while sitting on you, his gas was enough to weaken you, but not to knock you out. The crowd cheered for Daniel, finally about to get his first victory as you laid beneath him, stuck taking his rancid farts and ass. It was gonna be a long night before you were knocked out.

Tonight you were the real jobber, and Daniel effortlessly claimed his first victory over you.