He puts you in a headscissors

Known for another move from the Italian Crab he just performed on you earlier, he decided to seamlessly put your head between his legs, squeezing tightly so you wouldn't be let go. Pressing against his vile and unkempt crotch, mouth agape directly against it while your eyes still water, he lets out a beefy, deep fart from his voluptuous ass, the acoustics of the gas allowing his bulbous, sculpted ass to jiggle on your face as you cry out for help, the audience already seeing you erect, puny, and desperate. Letting out a barrage of smaller, meaty farts, Frankie finally releases you from his grasp while he stands up straight and flexes his muscles for the rest of the crowd, his arms standing high and mighty while he lets out another small, airy fart in your direction by squatting down a tiny bit near you. "And that's one for the road, bud. You felt nice under my ass, meatball, cooking perfectly, mi amor~" Feeling like he'd easily got this match in the bag, while he was flexing and showing off, something he'd been known to do, you...?