You get into a ready stance, before Taylor calls for the match to start and rushes at you. From the start you stand no chance, as you are tossed around and put in all kinds of humiliating and painful wrestling holds, Taylor obviously taking great pleasure in beating you. At one point he throws you down, sitting on your back and pulling both of your arms back over his legs. He laces his hands under your chin and pulls back, locking you in a camel clutch hold. You scream in pain as your back is bent backwards and beg for Taylor to let you out, he just laughs at you. You feel a rumble and hear a loud "BBBBRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPTTT!" and realize that Taylor is farting on your back as he holds you in the submission hold. Eventually he lets you go and rolls you over to your stomach. He grabs both of your legs, before turning you over and sitting down, putting you in the boston crab hold. You scream out in pain and beg Taylor to let you go, but he laughs and pulls your legs back farther, putting much more strain on your back. He sits back farther on the hold, eventually ending up sitting on the back of your head. You scream and cry and tap out, but Taylor just ignores it, holding you like that for a moment before straining. "BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTT!" Taylor lets out a series of massive farts on the back of your head as he holds you in the boston crab. You continue to scream your submission and tap out, before Taylor finally rolls you over and says, "Alright sis, I guess we can end it." Before turning and sitting on your face, you lie there as he counts slowly, in a lot of pain and with your faced forced up Taylor's smelly ass. You reach out when one of your hands brushes something. It feels hard, and you have no clue what it is, but you bring it up and hit Taylor in the back of the head with it. Taylor gets knocked out, and roughly falls off of you. You get up, shaking off the pain and go over to Taylor, who showed no signs of getting up. You turn around and lower your pants, deciding to get a bit of extra revenge by stinkfacing him bare assed. You sit down on his face and rub your ass on it, letting out a few farts as you count to ten, having cheated your way into winning the stinkface match. You get up and look down at Taylor, still clearly out cold. What to do now?
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