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July 8th, 2024
IWFC Stadium
Team USA vs. Team Mexico (Round 2)
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After Thunderhawk rendered Villalobos unconscious due to her supremely stinky fart, Villalobos’s body was brought to the medical room, Thunderhawk gleefully skipped back to the team bench, happy that she had just won the round.
“Well look at you! I gotta give it to you, Thunder. You really showed up when we needed you!” Said Coach Todd.
“I’m just happy that I won a round! I think that’s the first ever round I won in the IWFC!” Squeaked Thunderhawk.
“If I’m remembering correctly, I think you won one back in ’22, against Team Costa Rica.” Said Coach Todd.
“I did? I don’t remember…”
“Oh yeah, you definitely did. You don’t remember? The girl you were farting against fainted from your smell just like Villalobos on team Mexico! Only problem is that you fainted as well…”
“Oohhhh now I remember! I fell and I blacked out, and I woke up in the locker room naked!”
“That’s because you unfortunately shit your pants after you farted so hard and we had to hose you down!” Said Coach Todd, chuckling. “Alright now Poca-hot-ass, you can go sit down.”
“Correction, I had to hose little miss lactose intolerant down…” said Diaz, annoyed. “I’ve never seen so much shit before, well… outside the time you SHAT in the bed TWICE just a couple days ago, or when Serafina clogged my fucking toilet with a 18-inch snake of a turd!”
“You stiiiiiiill mad about that? That was like 3 years ago! Girl, let it go.” Replied Serafina from the end of the bench.
“BUT I CAN’T LET IT GO! I CAN’T LET IT GO!” Exclaimed Diaz, clapping her hands between each word. “You just can’t come up in my house and take a Wooly mammoth ass shit, clog the shit outta my toilet, and expect me to be cool with it!”
“Bitch, you act like you don’t fart for a living! You are literally competing in a worldwide farting competition, with yo’ stank booty ass! We’re all disgusting here! You ain’t better than none of us, Miss prim and proper!” Shouted Serafina.
“But… you… I… th-th that ain’t-” stammered Diaz.
“Mmmmmhmmmm, gotcha there, didn’t I? Now be quiet.”
“Fuck you!”
“Diaz! Pipe down! The next round is about to start.” Said Coach Todd.
“But Serafina-“
“I said pipe down! Stop all that childish arguing!”
“Mmmmhhmm… listen to Coach now… with yo crooked ass teeth and masculine ass haircut,” said Serafina under her breath.
Diaz ignored her remark, and angrily crossed her arms. “Fucking Serafina clogging my toilet.. Fucking Villalobos almost knocking me out with her stank ass farts… fucking Rosie shitting herself over and over in our hotel room… Why do I always have to get the shitty end of the stick?”
“Haha! Shitty! I get it!” Laughed Thunderhawk.
Diaz shot her a death stare.
“I’m sorry…I’ll be quiet now…” said Thunderhawk.
“Team USA! Send out your farter, now please!” Exclaimed the judge.
“Aw shit, uhh… uhh… Serafina! Go in, now!” Said Coach Todd.
A wide smile grew on Serafina’s face. “You don’t gotta tell me twice. I won’t let you down Coach!”
“Alright then. Get yer ass out there!” Yelled Coach Todd.
Serafina hustled out onto the fart square, and noticed a short, petite girl from Team Mexico standing in it. The girl anxiously picked at her fingernails and bit her lip while looking down at the floor.
“(scoffs) must be a rookie or something.” Scoffed Serafina under her breath.
The girl slowly looked up, to see a tall, voluptuous black woman standing over her.
“Oh, um… um… h-h-hola-I mean, h-hi.” said the girl, now anxiously fidgeting with her hair.
“Wassup. Don’t be sad when I beat you, ok? It’s all a part of the game” Said Serafina, reaching out to shake her hand.
The girl, despite not speaking much English, nodded, and shook her hand.
“Alright gals! Get ready to rip some ass!” Said the judge, getting behind both of their asses and kneeling down.
“On your marks…”
“Get set…”
“FART! ¡PEDO!”
“HHMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHH!” Serafina said, as she pushed hard to fart.
BRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSFFFFRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPLPLPLPLplplplplp
Out of her asshole roared an absolute bomb, the stench of steamed cauliflower and broccoli created a hot, thick cloud bursa escort of gas around the two of them.
“Get used to that smell, boo. There’s a lot more where that came from!” Said Serafina, flipping her hair to one side. “I’m gassier than a muthafucka today!”
brrrrrrRRRRUUUUUUUMMMMMMPPPFPFPFFPF
“Wheeeewww, now smell that one!” Said Serafina.
GWAAAAAUUUUUULLLLPPPP
“…and that one!”
RRRRRRBBBLLAAAAAATTT
“…and don’t forget about that one while you’re at it!”
“Hold on’ I got the main course for you right here! NNNNGGGGGGGG!!”
FLLLRRRRAAAAAAPPPP
“…and here’s a little desert!”
rrrrrRRRRUUUUMMMplplplplplp
The girl stood there stunned, scared, and shocked. She backed up a bit from Serafina to get away from the terrible smell, and began to nervously fidget with her hair.
“¡GONZALEZ, PEDO! Yelled the coach of team Mexico, aggressively grabbing his wide brimmed cowboy hat.
“Ok, ok! ¡L-l-lo Siento!” She said.
She got herself together, and got into a wide stance, putting her hands on her knees, turned around, and pushed, hard.
Piiiieeeeeeeeerrrrrrttt
A low, airy fart came out of her small ass. It wasn’t very long or loud, but it most definitely did stink, badly.
“(Sniff) woooooo-weee! What is that? (Sniff) beef? Wheeewww! That one packed some punch, girl!” Said Serafina, fanning the air around her face.
Gonzalez turned around, not realizing Serafina was in the line of fire. “Oh, oh! I sorry! I no mean–“
“Hahaha, it’s alright. No hard feelings…”
SssssLLLLUUUPPLURPLURPLURPLUR
A wet, sloppy fart erupted out of Serafina’s ass. The fart definitely smelled how it sounded, and she didn’t even have to fan it towards her, as Gonzalez violently gagged, falling to her knees.
“Ten seconds! Ten seconds left in round 2!” Said the judge.
Serafina slowly strutted towards Gonzalez, her hands on her hips.
“Ready for the grand finale?” She said, turning her ass towards her face.
FLAAABlblblbBLBLBLBLALBALBALABLBLB
Another wet, bubbly, sloppy fart came out of her ass.
“Ooooh shit! That one was wa-ter-ey! I might’ve cost myself a few points off that one!”
“(Gag) S-s-sub! (Hack) S-SUBSTITUTA!” wailed Gonzalez while on the floor, baking in Serafina’s hot, boiling gas.
“TIME!”
Gonzalez immediately popped up, trying to escape Serafina’s smell as fast as she could
“Ah-ah-ah! Not so fast girlie!” Said the judge “I still gotta check your panties, now come here.”
Gonzalez stood there, staring.
“Come here little miss, come! ¡Vete aquí, vete aquí! Said the judge, switching to Spanish.
“S-s-sí,” replied Gonzalez, her legs shaking as she walked over to the judge.
The judge lifted up her panties’s waistband.
“No fecal matter for team Mexico! Clean as a whistle! ¡Limpia!”
He walked over to Serafina and checked her’s. “Hmmmm… I don’t see any visible shit… but I do see a wet spot in the back…”
“Dammit. That last one really was wet!” Serafina thought in her head.
“Oh fuck it. No fecal matter for Team USA!”
“Final score of round 2: Team Mexico 3, Team USA 9! After winning 2 of 3 rounds, Team USA has won the match!”
“YEEEEAAAH! 2 ROUND WIIIIN BIIIIAAAATCH” screamed Serafina
“That’s what I’m talking about Serafina! Good work!” yelled Coach Todd.
“Toilet clogger!” Screamed Diaz. “And yes, I will always be mad about that!”
“Serafina Wind…” mumbled the coach of Mexico. …Pinche pendeja!
“¡MIERDA!!CHINGA TÚ MADRE, SERAFINA!” Shouted one of the players for Team Mexico.
Serafina said nothing back, but gave her the middle finger, and looked away.
“(Scoffs) gringas. Ignóralos. Pinche idiotas…” said another player on the bench.
—
Team USA and their fans kept celebrating for a long while. They had finally done it, they were going to the conference finals! This was the first time in a very long time that they had clinched a divisional victory, the first time in over 20 years to be exact.
“I can’t fucking believe it! I can’t fucking believe it! The USA is going back to the conference finals! I’ve waited so long for this moment!” Exclaimed Coach Todd, as she hugged Serafina while jumping.
“I know! I can’t contain my excitement! bursa escort bayan This is the first time I’ve ever been!” Cried Serafina in joy.
“Well I’ll tell you this, whoever we end up playing in the CF, we’re gonna kick their asses! And once we go to the championship, we’ll kick their asses!” Exclaimed Coach Todd.
“Hell yeah Coach! Let’s kick some ass!”
“Hell yeah!”
In the midst of the American celebration, a low, but noticeable sound could be heard in the distance. It almost sounded… musical?
The girls stopped celebrating for a second, along with the crowd quieting down. They looked behind them, and noticed a lone mariachi trumpet player from afar, serenating the now completely quiet stadium with a low, somber, Mexican-esque trumpet tune.
“A mariachi player? Where the hell did he come from?” Asked Jimenez.
“Shit, I dunno either.” Replied Giordano. “I didn’t see him earlier.”
“Ugh, Must be some of Team Mexico’s business for whatever reason.” Said Coach Todd. “But can they get this shit over with? I wanna go back to my damn hotel room and sleep!”
The trumpet player stopped playing, and the stadium became pin drop silent.
clink…
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clink…
An almost ominous “clinking” sound filled the slightly silence of the stadium, as a mysterious figure emerged from the far southern tunnel of the stadium.
“Uhhh, guys? What the hell is happening?!” Whispered Johnson.
“I don’t know, but it’s fucking weirding me out!” Said Diaz.
clink…
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“Alright, now what’s that sound?!” Said Johnson.
“More importantly, who the hell is that!” Said Giordano, pointing the mysterious person. “Why are they all alone?!”
clink…
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The mysterious person finally came more into view, and approached the lone mariachi player, their tan, wide brimmed hat blocking their face.
“Gracias, Eduardo.” Said the person to the mariachi player, Eduardo.
“De nada, señorita.” Replied Eduardo.
The person finally stepped into the fart square, and became visible by the looks of it, they were very obviously a woman. Her long, dark poncho did a terrible job trying to hide their breasts, as well as her tight fitting jeans doing a horrendous job hiding her popping curves.
The woman lifted her head, and let out a recognizable war cry.
“AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYY-HAI HAI HAI HAI HAI HAI HAI HAI HAAAAAAAIIIIII!”
“Guadalupe? GUADALUPE! GUADALUPE!” Yelled the coach of Team Mexico.
“¡LUPE! ¡TE AMO!” Yelled a crowd member.
“ELLA HA REGRESADO!” Yelled another Mexican fan.
The team Mexico fans started chanting. “¡LUPE! ¡LUPE! ¡LUPE!”
“¡SILENCIO!” She screamed angrily, immediately quieting down the crowd again. “I only come back for one person!”. She then pointed to Thunderhawk, sitting on the bench.
“ROSIE THUNDERHAWK, you knock me out with your fart! I challenge you…
“… to a FART DUEL!”
“A-a fart duel?” Said Thunderhawk, nervously
“Yes! Fart duel!”
“I-I-I I don-“
“Fart duel, now, beeeetch!” She said in her heavy accent.
“I don’t want to duel you! I’m sorry for knocking you unconscious with my nasty farts, Villalobos! I can’t control the smell!” Cried Thunderhawk.
“I no care! Duel me, now!” Said Villalobos.
“Ummm, does La Señorita Ranchera know that the match is over?” Said Jimenez under her breath.
“DUEL ME, INDÍGENA!!!” Screamed Villalobos.
“No! Why do you even wanna duel in the first place?” Asked Thunderhawk.
“Because you have tarnished my honor as pro farter! You embarrass me in front of fans! In Mexican fart games, that is worthy of a duel!” She said.
Thunderhawk crossed her arms and looked away from her. “I’m not gonna duel you!”
“Then eat my farts, beeeeettch! RRRAAAAAAHHHHH!” Cried Villalobos.
Suddenly, she sprinted towards the Team USA bench and grabbed a hold of one of Thunderhawk’s french braids. She then directed her face to her ass.
GrrrrrrrRRRAAALLLPPP!
“AHHHHHHH! Let go of my braid! Let go!” Screamed Thunderhawk.
RRRRRRBBBLLLLLLTTT
“(Cough!) it smells s-so terrible! I th-think escort bayan I’m seeing the light!” Thunderhawk then collapsed to the floor unconscious.
PLOMP!
“Aw HELL no, you’ve gone too far now, cowgirl!” Said Serafina.
Serafina jumped out of her seat and bolted over to Villalobos, tackling her to the ground. She fell flat onto her back, as Serafina used all of her weight to pin her down. “What’s stopping me from socking you in your shit right now? Huh?”
Villalobos glared at her evilly, slightly smirking. “Then do it! Punch me right now! HIT ME!”
Serafina, feeling slightly intimidated by her fieriness, ultimately decided not to punch her. “You wanna fart duel? Fine! I’ll give you your stupid fart duel!” Serafina said as she rose up off of Villalobos’s chest.
Villalobos grinned from ear to ear, menacingly rubbing her hands together. “Bueno.”
She hustled into the fart square, about 10 feet away from where Serafina was standing, and got into a wide legged stance.
The two stared at each other from about 10 feet apart. For some reason, Villalobos began to walk to Serafina’s left, but Serafina nervously kept her distance and walked to her own right. Soon, it would devolve to them merely walking in a continuous circle, the whole stadium on edge, wondering what was going on, and what was about to happen.
Serafina looked down at Villalobos’s boots. On the back of them were large, pointy spurs that clinked loudly every time she took a step.
clink…
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“Shit… those things are scary… wouldn’t want to catch one in the coochie…” she thought to herself.
She looked at the expression on Villalobos’s face. It was of pure hatred and contempt. She looked like she was ready to kill everyone on team USA. Hell, she already had a weapon to do it–her ass. It already did knock out one of her teammates with its poison…
clink…
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“You gonna do something, The Good, the Bad, and the Gassy? Or you just gonna keep walking in circles with me?
Villalobos said nothing, and continued to walk in a circle, snarling and growling at her as she did.
“Ooooh! Shiver me timbers! I’m shaking in my in my boots!” Mocked Serafina.
She snarled at her again, gritting her teeth hard with a little saliva shooting out between her teeth. She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. And stood directly in front of Serafina.
Villalobos took a quick look at the Team USA bench, and looked back to her trumpeter. “Eduardo, get 6 coffins ready!” She yelled. She then took another look at the team bench. “I make mistake… 7 coffins!” She said, as she pointed to Coach Todd.
“(Gulp) Oh boy…” Coach Todd said under her breath.
With a full head of steam, she sprinted directly towards Serafina, her arms out, ready to grab Serafina’s hair to put in her asscheeks. “¡VIVA MEXICO! ¡MORIR AMERICANAS! RAAAAHHHHHH!!!” She wailed.
Serafina froze there in shock for a second, Villalobos getting closer and closer, her arms reaching out to grab her hair. Serafina quickly running out of time. Nog knowing what to do, she lowered her shoulder, and put it straight in Villalobos’s chest, violently knocking her to the ground.
Villalobos violently gasped for air, but unfortunately was met with a large ass looming over her face. “Buenos noches, señorita!” Said Serafina, with a farr in the chamber.
GWWWWWWWAAAAAAARRRRRLLLLLLUUPPPPPPPPPPFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPRRRRIIIITTT
“Didn’t wanna have to do it to her… but she was pretty much askin for it!” Serafina said as she walked to her bench.
The stink was overwhelming, and Villalobos slowly stopped gasping for air, as she once again fell unconscious from the elite emissions of Fart Team USA.
All of Team Mexico cleared the bench and sprinted to the fart square. “¡Guadalupe, Guadalupe! ¿Qué Pasó?!” Said the coach of team Mexico, frantically picking up her head from the ground. “SERAFINA WIND! ¡TÚ PUTA! ¡TÚ PUUUUUTTTTTAAAA!”
“Girls, I think it’s about time we leave…” said Coach Todd.
The Mexican coach turned towards Team USA. “I KILL YOU! I KILL YOU AAAALLLLL!!!” He said, as he dropped Villalobos’s head back onto the ground and sprinted towards them.
“Ok girls, I think it’s about time we work on our cardio and GET THE FUCK OUTTA DODGE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!” Exclaimed Coach Todd.
The girls quickly grabbed their things and bolted to the exit of the stadium. Johnson quickly grabbed Thunderhawk’s unconscious body and carried her out with the team.
“PUUUUTTAAAAAAS!!” He screamed.
END OF PART 4
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