Struggle Away

You attempted to struggle away from the fan who was grabbing your ankles and feet. But it was no use, you would need to do far more than that to escape from their hold. You tugged your feet away, trying to pull them back from him. But soon after another pair of hands was on your legs, followed by more of them. Atleast five of Sammy's fans were now grabbing at you, pulling you out of the wrestling ring. Sammy looked at the whole thing with a bored expression, waving you away.

"Bon Voyage~ Loser. My fans must have wanted a turn with you~"

You grabbed the edge of the wrestling ring, attempting to pull yourself back up into the match. But you were ripped away by the small crowd of Sammy Fans who now tossed you outside of the ring. The crowd smelled so rancid and sweaty, unwashed and stinky as they put their hands all over you.

One of them grabbed you by the hair, pulling you against his rather plump ass. "S-smell this! I-I'm gonna fart on you just like Sammy would have!"

PFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

One of Sammy's femboy fans farted straight into your face, the others holding you tight like a cocoon. You had no chance of escaping so many different people holding onto you, held against the femboy's farting ass with little way to escape. Sammy didn't have to lift a finger, only pointing and laughing at you while his fans were more than eager to do the work for him. This wasn't a wrestling match anymore, it was a complete stomp as his fans kept you smelling the femboys farts, some of them preparing to unleash their own stink on you.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!

BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

You were covered in a cloud of thick yellow disgusting stink, your senses assaulted by the vile femboy farts of Sammy's fans. He always attracted a very specific kind of fan...The kind who was a femboy with an awfully plump butt, but wasn't very good at wrestling. Skill didn't matter when you had multiple people holding your opponent in place though.

"Smell that!"

"T-take this!"

"You don't belong in the ring with Sammy! Hnngh...I-I'm gonna fart all over your face!"

PFFFFT!!

BFFFFFFFT!!!!

PFFFFFFFFFT!!!

The audience was laughing at you, reduced to a fart covered mess by the fans taking their turn. Each of them was passing you around, practicing their own fart attacks all over your face. It was a sight for sore eyes, watching you the promising newbie be defeated by Sammy's fart fans.

"Smell it!"

BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

A particularly foul blast of gas went up your nose, things began to get dizzy as the farts weren't letting up. All of the femboys aimed their butts into your face, preparing one last blast of stink to cover you in. "T-this is what happens when you challenge Sammy!"

"Hnnngh..."

BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

The crowd couldn't see your face anymore, instead they just saw a big yellow stink cloud covering your head. You fainted amidst all the gross stink, collapsing **** for everyone to see. Tonight you were the loser, defeated by Sammy's excited fans.

Game Over!