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Deciding that it would be better if you just tried to withstand Frankie's musk and that covering your nose was a waste of using a hand, you attack him head-on, taking your warm hands and tickling his left underarm, the thick and plentiful hair and sweat emanating off of it bothering you intensely. It works, and Frankie's guard is down...

"Ahahahaha...AHAHAHA!!" He says, you tickling him with both hands as he tries to retract his armpit and put it down, but it seems to be too late. The audience oohs and aahs while the jobber Frankie thought was an easy win becomes more intense and cloudy of a match. You had him under your control for a good while, even letting out a small yet powerful two-second fart while he was under your control. He'd had collapsed due to how much the tickles made him tremble, and just as you were brewing up another gas bomb to throw at him, more and more sweat beads from his pits fell, and one ended up falling in your mouth. This unsavory taste combined with the musk he was emanating made the scene turn rapidly once again, and...