Keep up the act

You stick to your guns, despite the overwhelming dread that begins to creep into your mind.

“Ha! I’m not scared of your ass! I know your moves, and I’m not worried in the slightest. I’m here to take you down, once and for all! By the time we are done, you’re going to be the one sniffing MY ass!” You declare, and let out a hearty chuckle.

Aroma's eyes narrow dangerously at your bold declaration, a low growl rumbling in her throat. "Oh, you're in for it now, little man. We'll see who's doing the sniffing by the end of this match.”

Without warning, she lunges forward, her massive bulk crashing into you like a freight train. She grabs you by the waist and hoists you up effortlessly, your feet dangling above the mat. "Let's see how cocky you are after a taste of my signature move!"

Aroma carries you over to the nearest turnbuckle and slams you against it with bone-jarring ****. Before you can react, she plants her enormous ass right in your face, engulfing your head completely in her doughy cheeks. Like she said, this is her signature move, the stinkface, one of the most humiliating things to ever be on the receiving end of. You were really hoping to avoid taking one of these, but talking too much shit got you a one way ticket to Aroma’s big, smelly ass in your face.

As Aroma begins her attack, grinding her ass all over your face, you flail your arms and legs around, playing up the **** of the attack a little bit. You do your best to hold your breath as long as you can, but eventually you’re **** to inhale. Immediately you’re hit with one of the nastiest scents you’ve ever had the displeasure of smelling. Unfortunately, things are about to get a lot worse.