Attempt to Jump Tackle Sammy

Feeling bold, you decided to try a jumping tackle attack against Sammy. You ran back against the ropes, gathering some momentum and leaping off to try to tackle into Sammy and catch him off guard. The femboy would catch you in his hands, holding you close to his face. You almost had landed into him, if not for his quick reaction.

"Close~ But not close enough!" Sammy's stomach rumbled with gas inside, the femboy opening his mouth wide over your face and exhaling a big foul nasty burp.

UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!!!!

It lasted for almost twenty seconds, some of your hair had blown back from the disgusting burp attack. You felt dizzy, and not able to stand straight. He placed you in front of him, posing for the crowd by shaking his hips. Right before spinning you around and throwing you into the corner of the ring.

You slammed into the corner of the ring, dizzy and not able to think straight. The femboy closed in on you, walking quickly to place his big fat dark cheeks in your face. The last thing you saw was his plump ass, as it came right down on your face. He smothered you against it, keeping your nose deep in his ass cheeks.

"Nice try. But you just don't belong in the ring with me. I've got you right where you belong though~ Under the ass of a real wrestler. Now to show the audience a quality stinkface courtesy of moi." Sammy sat back with his full weight on you, making you resemble a chair more than a wrestler that challenged him. He sat back on top of you without any belief you could resist. And right of that he was, you were fully pinned by his butt and had little you could do to escape from him.

But then you remembered how "excited" Sammy looked between his legs. An idea hatched in your head, maybe if you excited him a little more. You could get him off of your face.