As you stand up and head towards the center of the ring to celebrate your victory, you notice something odd: the ref hasn't stepped forward to lift your arm in triumph and the crowd isn't cheering quite so much any more. You hear them shouting for you to turn around...
A chill runs down your spine when you realize that your pup opponent is back up and ready to fight. She's got a glint in her eyes, a wicked shine, and her stomach is... distended! Her belly looks eight months pregnant, so full that her belly button is poking out. She smiles at you, leans forward, pushes on her stomach and opens her maw
"BRAAAAAAAAPP"
An earthshaking belch issues forth and staggers you with both the raw concussive force and... the stench! Oh sweet merciful gods, the stink was like someone had eaten a loaf of your shit and digested it to... UGH. The pup ATE your fart and converted it into a rancid belch that was now poisoning your whole body.
Her effluvial eructation continued on for a solid minute and a half, nearly blinding you with the rancid odor. You struggled to stay up...
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