Stop Fighting (Loss)

You couldn't break out of Daniel's Boston Crab, laying stuck underneath his ass as he secured the hold on top of you. "T-There! Agh!" Daniel shouted, a loud noise starting to erupt from his ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!

A large cloud of gas exploded onto the back of your head, it's pungent smell filling the entire ring almost. You weakly held yourself up, before falling flat, Daniel comfortably sitting on the back of your head. "Take that! And this!"

BFFFT!

A second noxious blast creeped it's way out of his ass and through your hair, landing itself right up your nose. You began to **** on his fumes, more blowing constantly out of his ass as your vision became blurry. You retched loudly, noxious guy gas filling your senses. "I-I didn't know I could be so gross...Guess your gonna be the new jobber now!" Daniel mocked, finishing you off with a barrage of soft and lower farts. You fell ****, blacking out in the ring. Tonight, you were the new jobber, as Daniel claimed his first victory over you.