Try to throw him down

Trying to throw him down and upturn him with all the strength you've mustered up, you were able to make him falter for a bit before the audience stopped swooning and he stopped flexing all his biceps and glutes to the audience. Falling into another one of his traps, he smirked and with an erect and sensual stance, began to retaliate by toppling down onto you and pressing all of his weight on your futile, jobber self. He didn't stop there, as he crawled up closer to your head and forced your face into his musky, unkempt, and assuredly never-deodorized ripe pits. His black, curly, and plentiful pit hair was getting in your mouth as he, while he was still rubbing his thick Italian chode over your abdomen.

"Lick." He said, commandingly, while also letting out a brassy fart onto your pectorals and fanning it towards your face. He'd caught you, and after you've (barely) withstanded the musk of his ass, pits, and crotch, you decide to truce. Although, Frankie, nor the audience knew that, as you continued stuck in his musky pits for a while longer.