Mimi watched, laughing, as you bounced halfway across the ring, hit the ropes and flew back so she could jump and land on your back with a crushing blow and a fart that bounced her back up for a few more butt slams.
The end result is that you were completely winded and breaking a foul stink that came about from steak dinners and extra large ice cream sundaes after wards. It was foul beyond words, dairy and beef combined in a noxious cloud that seemed like the vengeful spirit of the eaten cow had decided to take revenge by attacking your nostrils.
"You stink!" said Mimi, sticking her thumb to her nose and blowing a raspberry at you.
She strutted around you, tauntingly shaking her deadly butt.
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