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July 8th, 2024
IWFC Stadium
8:35 AM
Team USA vs Team Canada (Round 2)
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After her unfortunate loss in round 1 to Canadian farters Adrianna Bartochowski and Min Lu, Serafina Wind angrily jogged to the team bench.
“Ah, just the woman I wanted to see!” Said Coach Todd as she approached the team “Wind, I’m taking you out this round.”
“What? But Coach, I still got a lotta gas in the tank, just see for yourself!” Serafina lifted up one leg, and let out a short, popping, bubbly toot.
Flplplpplpl…
“An air biscuit like that ain’t gonna do us much justice once Team Canada inevitably puts Bartochowski back in during the third round… now go sit down Wind! I’m putting in Jimenez this round!”
“Jimenez! Get your ass up! You’re going in!”
Jimenez lazily got up, and jogged to the fart square. Lu was still in the square, waiting
“Ready to get beat, puta?” Said Jimenez
Lu did not respond, and continued staring off into the distance.
“Oh so you think you’re being all cool not taking to me? (smacks lips) Whatever fool…”
Lu turned to her and gave her the middle finger. “Pendeja…” Jimenez muttered.
“On your marks…
“Get set…”
“FART!”
“HNNNNNNGGG! C’mon tummy! Produce some stinky gas! HHHHNNNNNG!” Strained Jimenez. She looked to her side, to see Lu also straining to fart. “You havin’ a slow start too, huh fucker?”
Lu ignored her remark once again. “(smacks lips) You’re such a bitch!” blurted out Jimenez.
Suddenly after about 20 seconds of straining her stomach muscles, Jimenez felt some gas creeping up on her. So she pushed out a low, airy fart.
pppprrrrrrrppppt
She then pushed out another low fart
tssssrrrrrrpppt
“Oooh that felt hot coming out of my ass…” she thought “hopefully I didn’t shit…”
RRUUUUUUMMMPPP
Out of no where, Lu ripped an absolute shotgun blast of a fart, definitely her loudest yet.
“Fuck yeah!” Exclaimed the judge. “Now we got a match!”
“Keep farting Minnie!” Yelled Bartochowski from the sidelines. “These frauds ain’t got nothing on you!”
“Oh yeah?” Said Jimenez
RIPPBLBLLBL
She pushed hard for that fart, and although it was a short bubbly one, it definitely made up for its shortcomings in the smell department
“(cough, cough!) Fuck that fucking shit stinks! Why can’t they at least give us gas masks?” Groaned the judge
Another 15-20 seconds passed without any farts. The round was already coming to a close. The silence was finally broken when Jimenez ripped a chainsaw-like sounding fart
FRRRRRRRBBLBLBLBLBLB
“Finally!” she said.
Her fart was met by another ear grating Poot from Lu’s behind
EEEEERRRRRRRIIIIPPPPPPTTT
she intentionally fanned her ass slightly towards Jimenez’s direction, enabling Jimenez to smell her fart. The fart didn’t smell especially strong, but Jimenez saw the act as greatly disrespectful. “Ok, so that’s how you wanna play? Fine!”
Srrrrrbblblblbbbbblllllb
Jimenez released a deep, guttural sounding fart and immediately wafted the smell towards her. It smelt like pure shit, and spread across the entire fart floor, to the point where both teams on the opposing benches were smelling it, gagging.
“Jesus Christ Jimenez! That’s what I’m taking about girl!” Exclaimed Coach Todd. “I can damn near smell that shit from here!”
Jimenez gave Coach Todd a smile, and turned her attention back towards Lu who seemed to be the only one on the floor unfazed by her fart.
“Ummm… do you have nostrils, pendeja?” Said Jimenez
Lu then proceed to fan the air up towards her nose, and sniff it deeply, in an effort to “intimidate” Jimenez. As she did, she couldn’t help to gag as well.
“Ummm… ok… weirdo…” Jimenez said, turning away from her.
“TIME!” Yelled the judge.
He then went and checked both ladies’s underwear. Jimenez nervously crossed her fingers, knowing that a few of the farts she released were a bit risky.
“No sharts for Team USA!” The judge said
He looked closely at Lu’s underwear, and noticed a few brown specs on them.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Team Canada has mild fecal matter!”
The Canadian bench all collectively jumped up, all enraged. “What the hell? Are you serious!” Said one of the Canadian players.
Bartochowski’s eyes darted towards Lu. “Minnie what the hell happened?!”
She turned in Bartochowski’s direction and just shrugged, and walked back to the bench.
“Final score of the second round: Team Canada, 7 points! Team USA, 8!”
“Woooohooo! That’s what I’m talking about!” Said Coach Todd, as she pumped her fist in the air.
“We got this! We just gotta win one more round!” Said Diaz on the bench.
“Holy shit, I don’t think bursa escort we’ve actually gotten this close to winning before!” Said Thunderhawk, giddily. “Wait… maybe we have? I don’t know, remembering stuff isn’t really my thing… wait, now that i think about it, wait round even is it?!”
“First of all, its the second round, dipshit. And secondly, don’t get too ahead of yourselves. It’s just 1 round that we won by only 1 point…” Said Giordano.
“Gee, way to really bring up team morale, Becky.” Said Diaz, rolling her eyes
“Alright ladies, here’s the plan for the final round…” Said Coach. “Giordano, you’re going in this round”
“Fin-al-ly! It’s about damn time…” Giordano said, as she got up to go walk to the fart square
“When am I gonna go back in coach?” Asked Serafina.
“(sigh)… Look Wind, just sit tight and let your teammates actually help out, alright? This isn’t a one woman show Y’know. I know in the past years you have had to carry a lot of the load, but a good farter always remembers to trust their co-Farters! Trust me, we’ve got a good team this year.”
“But in the locker room you said I have to be the best farter on the floor tonight! Now you’re just contradicting yourself. Just put me back in, I got this!”
“No, Wind. Now sit tight, and watch!”
Serafina crossed her arms, pouting. “(smacks lips) alright, fine…”
As Giordano got ready, she noticed Bartochowski walking back out onto the square. The crowd all collectively cheered as she entered.
“Oh you’re FUUUUCCKED now!” Exclaimed a fan.
“THEY DON’T CALL HER THE GASSIEST OF ALL TIME FOR NOTHING!!” Exclaimed another fan.
As Giordano entered the Fart Square, Bartochowski reached out for a handshake. Giordano instantly grew suspicious, and gave her a side eye.
“C’mon. Shake my hand! I don’t bite!” Said Bartochowski.
Giordano stared at her for a second, contemplating if she genuinely wanted her to just shake her hand, or if she was just playing another one of her stupid Bartochowski-tricks.
“Umm, what the fuck?” Thought Giordano. “Why is she suddenly nice all of a sudden? This bitch has called me some of the most heinous names in the fucking book throughout my entire IWFC career an now she has a change in heart? Y’know what? fuck it. I’ll just shake her stupid hand and get it over with…”
She reached out to shake her hand…
SMACK!
Giordano was struck in the face by the palm of Bartochowski’s hand, and she fell to the ground, holding her cheek in great pain.
“Ooooooohhhh!” Went the crowd
“Oh you crossed the line, whore!” Screamed Giordano. Giordano quickly got herself up. Using all her might, she viciously kneed Bartochowski right in the vagina
WHACK!
“Awwww right I’m my fuckin’ vag! Evil cunt!” Sxreeched Bartochowski in pain.
The two exchanged a few violent shoves for a while. As Bartochowski balled up her 5 fingers, and was about to deck her square in the jaw, her coach came running from the bench holding her arm with all her might.
“Don’t do it Bartochowski! That slut isn’t worth it!” Said the Coach of Team Canada
She gave in, and put her fist down. “Alright coach… alright coach… just let go of my damn arm…”
The coach let go and went back to the Team Canada bench
“Are you ladies done with your little catfight yet? We’ve got a match to finish.” The jusge said, as he got on his knees. “Get your asses in position!”
The two walked in front of the judge’s face, standing side by side to one another.
“On your marks…”
“Get set…”
“FART!”
“NNNNGGGG!” Went Bartochowski as she strained to fart
GRRRrrrrrUUUUUAAAALLLPP
“Now we’re talking, eh!” she said
Giordano tooted her ass up and pointed it directly towards Bartochowski
FRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPTT
“That’s why they call me “Air” Giordano!” She yelled
The crowd broke their silence and gasped, a few lightly cheered. Bartochowski stood there, a bit shocked.
“Christ, where did that come from?” She said
Giordano squeezed her stomach muscles again. “it came from my ASS!”
PRRRRRUUUUUMMMFFFFF
Bartochowski lightly fanned the air around her. “Damn, you came to play, didn’t you?”
BBBBBBLLLLLAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPTTT
Bartochowski ripped a booming fart, that echoed across the stadium. It definitely packed a punch too, since the Team Canada bench all put their track jackets over their noses.
The hot air of her fart seemed to surround Giordano, as she covered her mouth and gagged at the stench of what seemed to be expired milk and dead cows.
“Oh that one’s baaaadd!” Said Bartochowski as she directed more of the air towards Giordano. “Don’t worry, momma’s got more where that came from.”
TTTSSSSRRRAAAAAAABBBBBBBBLLLLTT
“…Aaaaand bursa escort bayan that came from my ass!” Said Bartochowski, mocking what Giordano said earlier
sssssRrrrRrrrrRrrrRRRRIIIIPPPLLLT
She ripped another one, but this one was significantly more “dangerous” than the last one
“Oh fuck… hopefully that wasn’t what I think it was…”
Suddenly, the judge began to gag excessively, turning away from the girls’ asses, covering his mouth and nose with his hand
“BLEEEECCCGGGHHH!”
The match stopped, and the crowd all collectively went “ooooooh”. Bartochowski looked behind her, and noticed the judge hunched over.
“Judge’s timeout! Judge’s timeout!” He yelled. “Pause the time!”
“Holy fuck. Did you just throw up, bud?” Said Bartochowski, looking down at him
“I-I-I’m fine, thank you. It’s all a-apart… of the job…” he said, with chunks of watery food dripping down his mouth onto the floor.
“Should’ve worn a gas mask or something dude.”
“A gas mask?”
“Uhhh yeah. They literally sell them in a little booth right when you enter the stadium. How the hell did you miss that?”
“What? I didn’t see it when I entered the stadium from the south side…”
“They’re on the north side dipshit!”
“Fuck… sorry, this is my first day on the job. I didn’t even know we were allowed to wear them… I never see any other judges wearing them either…”
“That’s because other judges have taken so many farts to the face that they’re practically immune to the smell now. Plus, some of them probably like having their face farted in…”
“Woah, really?”
“Yes you fucking pea-brain! Why else do you think people apply for this job?”
“Well, I did because the pay was good.”
“How much do they pay you guys anyway?”
“200K a year with benefits and paid time off”
“200K with benefits and PTO???! Jesus fuck!”
“Yes, ok? Alright now, play times over Bartochowski. Get your head back in the game. JUDGE’S TIME OUT OVER!”
The clock resumed count, and Bartochowski turned back around to fart.
As she turned around, Giordano ripped a long, bubbly fart
RRRRIBBLBLBLBLBLBLBLIBIB…
She tilted her head down to sniff it.
“(sniff) Whew! That smells like pure shit!”
She tried to push another one out
“Mmmmnnnrrrggghh! C’mon stomach! Don’t fail me now!”
Prrrrrtttt
Nothing but a little airy poot emerged out of her asshole
“Is that all you got? Pathetic!”
SPPPLLRRRAAAATTTTT
“Now sniff on that and weep!” Said Bartochowski
Giordano was getting nervous, knowing she didn’t have much gas left in her. The match was almost coming to a close too. She froze there, scared, and shaken up
Every girl on the Team USA bench was on the edge of there seats, waiting for Giordano to match Bartochowski’s fart
“Come on Becky!” Yelled Thunderhawk! “Rip some ass!”
“Fart already!” Exclaimed Jimenez.
Serafina sat at the end of the bench, a few chairs removed from the rest of the team. She was nervously tapping her foot, waiting for her teammate to rip one. All the stress was really doing work on her mind…
…and her digestive system…
Serafina felt her stomach doing backflips. It was like her stomach was using her intestines as jump rope… this was the most anxious she’s felt in a long while…
But suddenly…
….guuuurrrrgle….
She put her hand over her abdomen, and rubbed it.
“Jesus… I think I gotta fart…” she thought.
GUUUURRRRRRGGGGLE…
Her stomach gurgled even louder, attracting the attention of Johnson who was sitting 3 chairs to the right of her.
Johnson gave her a quick glance, but focused her attention back on the game.
GUUUUUURRRRGLE!
Johnson’s attention went back to Serafina.
“Damn ‘Fina, you alright there? I can hear your stomach growling from here! I thought a lion might’ve accidentally entered the stadium or something!” Said Johnson.
“A lion? Kayla, how would a lion even ‘accidentally’ get into the stadium?” said Jimenez
“I-I-I dunno!” Said Johnson “Th-the front door, maybe?”
“Ugggh!” Groaned Jimenez. “Do you even here yourself right now?”
“Well, yeah! Can’t everybody?” Said Johnson
Serafina rubbed her stomach. “Guys…think… I think… I think…”
GUUUUURRRRRGGLE!
“…I THINK I GOTTA FART! I GOTTA FART BIG!” Exclaimed Serafina.
The whole team turned towards her.
“You gotta fart?” Questioned Diaz. “Well then go tell Coach to put you in!”
“Good idea!” Serafina said, as she flew out of her chair to the front of the bench where Coach Todd was sitting.
“Coach! Coach!” She yelled “put me in, NOW! I got a big one baking in the oven!”
“A escort bayan big one?” Said Coach Todd. “How big?”
“A fucking NUKE! Now let me go in!”
“Ten seconds left! Ten seconds left in the match!” Said the judge.
“Oh fuck, Wind, there’s ten seconds left, go in NOW! Fucking sprint!” Shouted Coach Todd
“Alright coach! I won’t let you down!”Serafina sprinted about 30 feet to the fart square, yelling at Giordano to get the fuck out. “BECKY!!! GET OUT OF THE SQUARE!!! I GOT A BIG ONE!”
“(sigh..) Again? That’s the second time today you’ve done this…” said Giordano as she jogged to the sidelines.
As Serafina sprinted towards the square like a bull in a China shop, it seemed like time had slows down. She was in slow motion. The only thing on her mind was her fart.. and that piece of shit Bartochowski!
Without second thought, Serafina LEAPED into the air, seemingly about 10 or so feet. She floated, for what seemed to her like an eternity. She looked down, to see a horrified expression on Bartochowski’s face. Everyone in the stadium rose out of their chairs in complete disbelief. “How could a human stay in the air for so long?” they all thought
While mid air, she did a 180, and turned her ass toward Bartochowski’s face, and…
BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTAAAAAALLLAAAAPPPPTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAEEIIIIITTTTSSSFLFKFKFSHIIIIIFFFFLLIIIIIITTTSSSSS
…Ripped an absolute TSAR BOMBA of a fart, right above Bartochowski’s face
As she came down, the full weight of her giant ass landed on Bartochowski’s head, bringing them both to the ground
THUD!
They collapsed to the floor, her fall being broken by a very unfortunate soul–Bartochowski’s face
“TIME!” Yelled the Judge.
The stadium went pin drop silent, only a few distant whispers being audible.
Serafina, sitting, got up, and stared at Bartochowski on the floor. Her body was almost lifeless, just laying there, in a suspended state of shock.
Every fan looked at each other, everyone on each team looked at each other, for what seemed like hours…
“WHAT THE HELL EVEN HAPPENED?” Yelled a fan, breaking the deafening silence for a bit.
The judge slowly walked over to check Serafina’s panties.
“No fecal matter for Team USA!”
He walked over to Bartochowski.
“Ma’am, please get up so I can check your undies.”
She slowly rose up, and turned around. He saw a visible light-brown stain on her white track pants. He then checked her panties, and was met with a complete muddy mess
“Excessive fecal matter for Team Canada!”
The crowd gasped
“HOLY CANNOLI!” said a fan. “BARTOCHOWSKI ACTUALLY SHIT HERSELF? I NEVER THOUGHT I’D LIVE TO SEE THE DAY!”
“WHAT? BARTOCHOWSKI DIDN’T SHART! SHE NEVER SHARTS!” Yelled the coach for Team Canada. “THAT’S HORSESHIT, AND YOU KNOW IT, JUDGE!”
Bartochowski suddenly became enraged. “WHAT?!” she screamed.
“Too bad Bartochowski! Or should we call you Shartochowski? Shitty booty bitch!” Yelled Jimenez from afar
“Yeah! Shartochowski!” Said Thunderhawk, laughing a bit.
“Shart-o-cow-ski! Shart-o-cow-ski!” Sang Diaz, as she clapped her hand after each syllable
The rest of the team followed suit
“SHART-O-CHOW-SKI”
(clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!)
“SHART-O-CHOW-SKI”
(clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!)
“SHUT UUUUPPP!” Screeched Bartochowski, grabbing fistfuls of her own hair.
“Final score of round three, Team Canada, 5, Team USA 10! Team USA has won the match” said the judge
The crowd was shocked. All the girls jumped up and down with excitement.
“We did it! We actually freaking did it!” Exclaimed Thunderhawk.
“I’m gonna be honest… I’m a bit surprised we made it this far..” said Giordano. “I mean, we kinda sucked total ass in this competition for a LOOOONG time…”
Everyone on the team collectively groaned at her remark but kept celebrating
Serafina still stood in the fart square, and turned to talk to Bartochowski who was still stunned as could all be
“From now on… you’ll be huffing my farts and licking the shit particles off *my* ass! You hear me?” Said Serafina
Bartochowski looked at her with utter disgust and contempt, before violently grabbing one of her medals and chucking it at the ground.
“I. HATE. YOU!!! I HOPE YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE TEAM GOES TO HEEEELLLL!” She roared
The rest of Team Canada then started yelling obscenities towards Team USA
“FILTHY FUCKING CHEATERS!” Said one of their players. “YOU’RE ALL DISGRACES TO THE FART GAMES!”
“YOU FUCKERS ALL GOT LUCKY!” Said another one of their players.
“YOU GUYS DEFINITELY PUMPED FARTS! LIKE THOSE SEXY FART MODELS IN FART PORN!!” Yelled another
The entire Canadian bench turned to stare at the player.
“What?! Don’t knock a kink until you try it!” She said.
“Ignore them,” said Coach Todd. “They lost fair and square!”
“The Fart Games are ours! International Women’s Farting Championship trophy, here we come!” Screamed Serafina, elated, as she jumped and squealed along with her team.
END OF PART 2
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