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Beth pushed the curtain aside and began to jump up and down as she moved down the aisle. She had spent the last ten minutes in a vacant bathroom farting her brains out. She had run a gamut of emotions during the process starting with fear and disgust at how much gas was escaping between her well toned glutes, to legitimately being impressed with how much gas she had in her, to finally growing bored with how much farting she was doing. Now she just hoped she could get through this match without cutting anymore cheese. “I don’t want to end up like Natalya,” she whispered to herself, remembering Natalya’s awful farting gimmick form a few years ago.
Beth climbed up onto the mat and posed for the audience. She was in the middle of getting a cheap pop when her opponent grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over the top rope and slammed her to the mat. Beth felt a little fart escape her hindquarters, and a flash of worry entered her mind, “On no, not now, not here!”
Beth made her way to her feet and shoulder blocked her opponent, a woman now as Terri Bull, to the ground. Terri Bull made her way to her feet by nipping up. The two squared off and went at it with everything they had.
The match was back and forth between the two of them, with Beth making it a story about how she hurt her knee early in, and was hobbled, her immense power was not afforded her by her injury. But what the audience couldn’t hear over their cheers was that Beth couldn’t help but fart after every bump she received, and the three flying clothes lines made her really stink up the ring. Literally. “Are you okay?” Terri Bull asked Beth as they locked up again, “Because it smells like your stomach is REALLY messed up right now.”
Beth grimaced, because this poor girl did not mean what she said in any mean way, but of genuine concern about her constant farting during the match. “I don’t know what’s going on but I can’t stop the farts! I need to finish the match before I shit my pants!”
“Then let’s do it,” Terri Bull agreed, and moved into position for the Glamazon to end the night with a win. Beth picked her up in the Glam Slam, but as she held her there her butt erupted with a loud hissing fart that went on for so long that the audience was able to quiet down and listen to it echo through out the arena. Beth was on the verge of tears as she slammed Terri Bull to the mat and covered her. As the referee counted to three Beth let out another crowd quieting fart, that didn’t end until Beth rolled out of the ring and ran to the back.
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