Kiss her feet.

You plant a tender kiss on her right foot, but when you look up, she still doesn't look satisfied.

"I need four kisses, loser. One for each foot.... and one for each ass cheek."

You do as she commands. You've already degraded yourself by kissing her foot, you may as well go all the way. After a moment of hesitation, you finally plant another kiss on her left foot. Smotherella turns around and you lean, planting a kiss on each ass cheek. She laughs at your humiliating submission and the crowd starts to chant her name.

"SMOTHER-ELLA! SMOTHER-ELLA! SMOTHER-ELLA!"

Crouched on your knees, your face goes red and your lip starts to quiver. Smotherella, seeing how defeated you are, kneels down and grabs hold of your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks into a fish face.

"What's the matter, huh? You wish it was your name they were cheering for? Well sorry, sweetie. They only cheer for champions here, not pathetic losers like you."

She grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head to the side. "Now let me show you what winners get."

And with that, she plops down onto the dirt, pulling your head between her thighs again.

"EAT IT!" she commands.

You're **** at first, but you eventually do as she says, sucking on her leggings as she laughs more and more. She pulls you back after a minute or two to pull down her leggings and panties and shove your face back inside, this time wrapping her thighs around your head and applying pressure.

"EAT MY CUNT, LOSER!"

You have ****. The pain intensifies as you desperately lick around her vulva, finally reaching the clit. As the world around you starts to fade away, you feel her warm juices washing over your face as she laughs. Finally, the pain and sound of her laughter become distant and you pass out, crushed between Smotherella's legs.