The IWFC Pt. 10

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July 12th, 2024

7:40 PM

IWFC Stadium

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“FINA… FINA… FINA!” Chanted the USA fans.

Serafina took a deep breath to calm her nerves, as she took her stance before Connor. “ok Fina… you got this… you got this… now use what your mama gave you! HHHHNNNNNGGGG!”

FFFFRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUMMMMMPPT!

“Aaahhh! There we go!” She said, feeling great relief after holding in her farts for a very long time.

“(Sniiiiiiff!) (EUUUUUAAAAAAGGGH!) oh god! Shit and spinach! Shit and spinach! The worst combination! (Sniiiif) Wait, and is that (sniiiif) a hint of broccoli? And (sniiiiiif) fucking beans? Fuck, this fart might smell worse than that blonde bitch’s from before!” Said Connor.

“I hope that smell wafts towards you bitch!” Said Serafina.

“Teeheeheehee! Chīsana onara!” Giggled Sugiyama, turning her ass towards Serafina.

BBBBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBLLLLTTT!

“(Sniiiiif!) shit! That smell ain’t no joke!” Said Serafina, as she fanned Sugiyama’s gas away away from her.

“Like my smell, American girl?? Teeheeheehee!” Giggled Sugiyama.

“No… I fucking DON’T. But I hope you like this smell!” She said as she turned her ass towards Sugiyama.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

“(Sniiiif) SUGOKU KUSAIDESUUUU!!” Cried Sugiyama as she covered her mouth with her hands.

“Mmmmhhmmmm! That shit stank, don’t it? You better get comfortable sniffing that shit up bitch!” Said Serafina. “Cuz my ass is still full of GAS that’s ready to PASS!!”

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMFFFFFFT!

“(Bleeeeccch!) Nantomo iyana kotoda!” Said Sugiyama as she backed away holding her nose.

“Hey! Getcho ass back over here! Show’s not done quite yet! You still gotta sit through the second act!”

GGGGGGWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLPPPPPPTTTTTFFFFRRRRRPPPPPPRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrT!

“(AAACCK!) KUSA SUGIRU!!!” Cried Sugiyama.

“KIKO!!! WA ONARA O SHI TSUDZUKERU!!” Screamed Iwasaki from the sidelines.

SHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRRRPLURPLURPLURPLURPLURPpppppsssssssffffff!

A wet, sloppy sounding fart came out of Serafina’s ass; the smell of poop now becoming the dominant scent instead of her distinct vegetable-ley fragrance.

“Ahahahaha! I’m tellin you, I’m finna take the FATTEST dookie of my life after this match! Been holdin in for hours! Oooooh-weee! Shit!” She said fanning the air away from her.

Sugiyama started to violently cough from inhaling the fart “(Cough, cough!) the smell! It’s too intense!” She thought in her mind.

Serafina forced out another sloppy sounding fart.

PRRRRRBBLLLLLAAAATTTSSHHHFFFLPP!

“(COUGH, COUGH!!) Yā!!” Coughed Sugiyama.

“I got some more, you jus-“

(GRRRRRUUUUUUUMMMMBLE!)

“Itai, itai, itai!!!” Cried Sugiyama as she fell to her knees in pain, clenching her stomach.

“I guess someone ate too much Indian food! Haha!” Laughed Serafina. “trust me, I’ve been there!”

“Look, that Japanese bitch is clenching her fucking stomach again!” Said Giordano pointing to Sugiyama. “Seriously, what the hell is wrong with her?”

“Awww, she looks like she’s in so much pain!! I feel bad for her!” Said Thunderhawk.

“ROSIE THUNDERHAWK!!!” Yelled Coach Todd. “Don’t you dare ever show love, compassion, or empathy towards an opposing farter! This is the fart games! You only show contempt, hatred, and disgust towards them. They are the enemy! Team Japan! Got that?!”

“Sorry Coach! Won’t happen again!” Said Thunderhawk.

“You needa know these things, alright? You’ve been doing this for a couple of years now. Now say something negative towards Sugiyama! Revel in her pain!” Said Coach Todd.

“Got it!” Said Thunderhawk. “Uhhh… I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE FROM SERAFINA’S FARTS YOU WORTHLESS SLUT!!” Yelled Thunderhawk.

“Now you’re gettin it!” Said Coach Todd patting her on your back.

“Wheeew! That felt good when I yelled that!” Said Thunderhawk.

Serafina strolled over towards Sugiyama, who was still hunched over and clutching her stomach. She tapped her on the shoulder. “Throw in the towel, hoe. I know you want to!”

Sugiyama let out an exasperated gasp. “NNNnnnnnNNNYYYYAAAAHH!!” She screamed, flecks of Gasphorisine fluid shooting out all over the fart floor.

Serafina stepped on Sugiyama’s back hard, driving her foot into her spine.

(STOMP!)

“Then you better stay yo ass on that ground… and get ready to eat my fuckin farts directly from my BLACK ASS!!”

“FUCK YEAH FINA!! SHOW THAT SKONKA HOW WE DO IT OUT HERE FOO!!” Screamed Jimenez.

“Jeez Vicky, gettin a little hyped up there, huh?” Said Johnson.

“Fuck yeah I am!!” Replied Jimenez. “FART ON HER FACE FINA! FART ON THAT HOE’S FACE!!! PINCHE CABRONA!!”

“(Scoff) meat rider…” mumbled Giordano.

“Well that for sure ain’t the Queen’s English… or her Spanish for god’s sake… but I ain’t gonna lie and say I don’t LOVE the energy!” said Coach Todd, smiling gleefully.

Serafina bent her ass down towards the top of Sugiyama’s head, her foot bursa escort still on top of her back.

FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAATT!

“Awwww yeeeaaah! That one felt goooood! Aww sniff it up hoe, sniff it up!” Serafina said as she repeatedly lowered her ass up and down to taunt her.

“Should I step in and do something?” Thought Conner “hmmm… y’know what? Nah… I think I’ll just let them rough it out… it’ll be good for TV viewership!”

BBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAABBBBBLLLLT!

“Mmmmhhhmmmm! The Wind farm is working honeyyyyy!”

“YEAH!! GET HER FINA!” Yelled a fan.

“DID JAPAN NOT GET THE MEMO?! USA DON’T PLAY!!” Yelled another fan.

“BETTER NOT HAVE FUCKED WITH FINA!!” Yelled another.

“U-S-A! U-S-A!” Chanted the fans in unison.

GGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUMMMFFFF!

“Guess you farted too close to the sun when you thought you could pass more gas than me, huh? Well listen here, IcarASS, Fina’s the gassiest woman there is!”

SHHHHHLUUUURRREEEIIIPP!

“Now gone ahead and take that back to Tokyo with yo weird ass! HAHAHAHAHA!”

FFFFFRRRRRRRSSSSHHHHLBUURRRR!

“Fartin’ Fina is NOT to be messed with!”

“FINA… FINA… FINA!!!” Chanted the crowd.

Sugiyama, on the verge of tears, laid on the fart square still hunched over. “Have I been defeated?” She thought. “How could I disappoint my country, my master, and worse… my ancestors, in such a way?”

“I am supposed to be the greatest farter there is…” she thought. “they call me ‘divine farts’ in Japan for crying out loud… I don’t deserve such a name! I don’t deserve to be here in this competition… I don’t deserve to be coached and mentored by one of the legends of the fart game, Iwasaki Narumi…. I don’t deserve ANYTHING!!”

A tear fell from her eye onto the fart square. “I have disappointed EVERYONE…”

“…and to think… that I CHEATED, by ingesting illegal gas producing substances, that have been taking a toll on my stomach, as well as my mental state… and am still about to lose! For god’s sake, I’ve even lost my honor! I have truly FAILED…”

She wiped her teary eyes clean with her hand, and slowly looked up. An angry, but determined expression grew on her face. “…for if… even I have indeed failed… I will go out FIGHTING!!! Like what a great farter would do, during the days of farting competitions in the Edo period of Japan! My ancestor, Sugiyama Matsu, the last Battle Farter, or Bataruonara, would be disappointed to see me surrender so easily! I must-“

“Aye-yo Tokyo! You alright down there? Haven’t heard a peep from you in a minute! You feeling like smelling some more flowers?” Inturruped Serafina.

BBBBBBBLLLLLLLFFFFRRRBBLLLAAT!

“Oooh! That one struggled a bit tryna get outta my cheeks!”

“(Sniiif) (Blech!) Kusobitchi!” Said Sugiyama under her breath.

“She can’t keep doing this to me!” Thought Sugiyama.

FFFRRRRRRRAAAAABBLT!

“Onara o kaesanakereba narimasen.”

Prrrrrrrrriiiiiip!

“Sā, Kiko, Onara!” She mumbled, trying to force a fart out.

Sugiyama kept pushing, but no farts came out.

“Fuck!” She thought. “pushing isn’t work-“

FFFFRRRRRRRBBBBBLLLLIIIIIIIISSSHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIPPLPLPLIPLIPLIPLIPLIP!

“HAHAHAHAHA!” Laughed Serafina “SNIFF. IT. UP. BITCH!!!” She said, stomping her foot into Sugiyama’s back after every word.

Sugiyama felt more and more rage building up inside her… but restrained herself from saying anything back to Serafina.

“Oh, so now you all quiet now? You had a buncha shit to say to me when I first came in! Where’s that same energy?! HUH BITCH??! WHERE’S. THAT. SAME. ENERGY??”

Sugiyama took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“Onara…” she mumbled.

“Oh so now you got something to say! But you sayin it in Japanese so I can’t fucking understand it… that’s some pussy shit!”

(STOMP!)

“Mmph!”

“Onara…”

“Onara!” Said Sugiyama, saying it slightly louder this time “Onara!”

“Oh-…nada? The fuck?” Said Serafina.

“Onara…”

“Onara!”

“ONARA!”

Suddenly, Sugiyama felt a large surge of energy throughout her entire body. “(GAAASP!) What was that feeling?” She thought.

Every muscle in her body violently tensed up, her pupils dilated.

She let out a guttural, intestinal war cry “rrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!”

Serafina, hastily took her foot off her back and backed up “whoa whoa whoa, what the fucks going on witchu??”

“RRRRRRRAAAAAAAUUUUUHHH!!” She screamed again.

“Ayo you GEEKIN for real!” Said Serafina.

Her abdominal muscles began to violently clench harder than they’ve ever had in her life.

“ITTTAAAAAAAAIIIII!!” She screamed out in pain as her stomach let out another ear piercing gurgle.

(GUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRGGGGGLE!)

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” She wailed.

“ITA-“

SSSSSHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIP!

“AAAAAAAAAAA-“

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLPPPT!

The bursa escort bayan entire stadium went dead silent. Those were by far, some of the loudest farts they have ever heard ripped. Their ears rung for a while from the sound, which reached airplane levels of loudness. Sugiyama got up from the floor and dusted herself off. She was still in immense abdominal pain, but pushed through it. Everything was seemingly fine however, until… THE SMELL hit. It was a smell that could be best described as smelling the closest…

…to DEATH.

(COUGH!!) OH MY GOD!! (COOOOOOOOUUUUUGGGH!!) OH MY GOD!!!” Said Conner as he coughed the hardest he had ever done in his life.

“(COOOOOOUUUUUUGGGH!) WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?! WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCCK!” Coughed Serafina.

Everyone near the fart square began to cough, convulse, and gag violently, as the air in the 30 foot radius became thick, moist, and hot.

“(COOOOOOUUUGGH!!!) (HAAAAAAAAACCK!) What in god’s name is that smell?!” Said Coach Todd.

“(COOOUGH! COOOOUUGH!) oh no I think I’m gonna throw up again! (HUUUUUAAAAGH!)” said Diaz, dry heaving.

“Something is fucking wrong with that bitch’s intestines bro! (EEEEEUUUUGH!)” Said Giordano.

“(COUGH!) master, could this be the result of Kiko drinking too much Gasphorisine??” Asked one of the players sitting on the Team Japan bench, as she waived the air away from her face.

“(COUGH, COOOOUGH!) most-(Cough!) likely!” Said Coach Iwasaki.

——–

Sugiyama walked over to Serafina. “This isn’t done quite yet, American girl.” Said Sugiyama. “Or as YOU would say… ‘This shit ain’t done yet hoe ass bitch!”

“Ha! Mocking my lingo and my accent now, huh? Hilarious…” Laughed Serafina.

“My people have a saying. What doesn’t kill you, makes you gassier!” Said Sugiyama.

PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPT!

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPT!

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIMMMFT!

SSSSSHHHHHRRRRRRUUUUUUUMMMPT!

TTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIMMMF!

After her barrage of farts, Sugiyama took an elegant bow. “Your move, Serafina Wind.”

“Ok… so that’s how you wanna play!” Said Serafina.

Serafina stood there, trying to force the farts to come out of her ass. “Fuck! I think I might’ve wasted most of my gas farting on her earlier!”

She tried to push more…

“HHHHHHHNNNNNNGGG!”

“Dammit, if I keep pushing like this ima shit! I just gotta keep tryin anyway I guess!”

“Tick… tock… tick… tock…” said Sugiyama.

“Mmmmmmppph! Damn, still nothin’!”

“Tick… tock..”

“I… I have no more gas…” Thought Serafina.

“FINA! Are you fuckin dumb?!? FART already! Match ain’t gonna last forever!” Yelled Giordano.

“Time’s up, Serafina Wind!”

FFRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPT!

BLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUPPPRRRIP!

RRRRRRRRRBBBBBLLLLAAAAAAT!

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GGRRRRRRRRRRRBBBVVVVFFLLLAAAT!

SSSHHHHHHLLLLUUUUURRRRRFFFFFFLLLLPPPLLLIIIIP!

“Wow Coach, Kiko’s on a roll!” Said a Team Japan player.

“Yup. We have this in the bag.” Said Iwasaki.

“Jesus, Suckiyama is aging momentum again! GOD DAMMIT!!! Why does this fucking team always have to let me down year after fucking year?!” Complained Giordano. “We’re like the fucking New York Knicks of the fart games! Actually, scratch that, we’re like the fucking METS of the fart game!! Wait! No, we’re the fucking JETS of the fart games!!! Yeah!! The fucking NEW YORK JETS of the fart games!! Ugggh! Just constant disappointment! FUCK! Why do I have to be a fan of these fucking teams?!”

“Jeez, no wonder Becky’s so angry all the time! She’s a Knicks, Mets, and Jets fan…” Whispered Coach Todd to Jimenez.

“Yeah dude! Does she just, like, love putting herself through torment?!” Whispered Jimenez back.

As Sugiyama tried to push out more gas, her stomach loudly churned.

(GUUUUUURRRRRRGGGLE!)

Sugiyama winced in pain “Come on, Kiko! Push through!” She thought.

“Push through!”

“PUSH. THROUGH.”

“OSHITŌSHIMASUUUUUUUU!!”

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPTTT!

The fans of Team Japan began to clap and cheer for Sugiyama after her monsterous fart.

“HAI, SUGIYAMA!!!!” Screamed a fan.

“Twenty seconds! Twenty seconds left in the match!” Yelled Connor.

“WIND!!! WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING DOOOING?! FAAAARRRT!!!” Screamed Coach Todd at the top of her lungs.

“I gotta fart quick! But why won’t the fucking has come out already?!” Thought Serafina.

Sugiyama walked towards Serafina, getting extremely close to her face “You put up a good fight… but I will prevail! I am SUGIYAMA KIKO, the world’s best farter! And you? Psssshh! You’re nothing more than an escort bayan amateur! You pale in comparison to me and my divine farts!”

Sugiyama lifted up her leg and released a sloppy, messy fart.

SHHHHHBBBBLLLLUUUUURRRAAAAAP!

“Ahhhhh, now it’s time for YOU to smell my farts, bitch muthafucking hoe! HAHAHAHAHA!!” Laughed Sugiyama, as she wafted the smell up to Serafina’s face.

The Team Japan fans began to chant. “Sugi! Sugi! Sugi!”

“Fuck you! And fuck your shitty ass fans for chanting your dumb fucking name!” Said Serafina.

“Heh. Can I tell you something, Serafina Wind?”

“What, bitch?!”

“You were never going to win. There was no possible universe in which you would win this match. We all cheated! We all drank IGPS’s–Illegal Gas Producing Substances! And to ensure we won, we also paid off the judge! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

“You WHAAAAAAAAAT??!” Screamed Serafina.

“Teeheehee! Yes! My master, Iwasaki Narumi, was in on it, the fart Judge, Connor, was in on it, and a most importantly… she-TeeheeheeheeeHEEEE…!” Said Sugiyama, as she failed to contain her laughter.

Serafina grabbed Sugiyama by her shoulders and shook her violently. “WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU GONNA SAY??! WHO IS ‘SHE’?!”

“Oh, you know… ‘she’! TeeheeheeheeheeHEEE!!” Giggled Sugiyama.

Sugiyama pulled away from Serafina’s grip and looked into the large, expansive, sea of fans. She took her pointer finger and directed it to one fan in particular sitting near the front row… a blonde woman dressed in all black clothing.

Serafina looked to where Sugiyama was pointing And her mouth dropped, as the blonde woman in black gave her a devilish smile and a slight finger wave.

“And SHE was in on it! AHAHAHAHAAAAA!” Laughed Sugiyama.

“(GASP!) you motherfucker… YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

“Yes! Your greatest foe, Adrianna Bartochowski of Team Canada, was the brains of this operation! She provided us with the Gasphorisine and will place a bet for 1 million dollars at the casino so she can evenly pay off each member of the IWFC committee as well as the judge! Hahahaha! And you can’t forget about us, Team Japan, for receiving a little mulah from her as well for remaining ‘quiet’ about this whole situation!”

Serafina fell to her knees. Her arms sunk from their sockets and flopped onto the floor. She stared down at the ground, her eyes getting mistier by the second.

“And if you ever have the nerve to tell anyone about this, just know that no one will ever believe you! You will be the loser, after all! And who wants to listen to the opinion of a loser? History is written by the victors!”

SSSHHHHHHLLLLLLLAAAAARRRRP!

Sugiyama stood over her, and ripped a fart and waved the shitty air towards Serafina’s face. “This is a fart-smell-fart world… will you be the one farting, or the one smelling the fart? Will you be a smart fella, or a fart smella??”

PrrrrrrRRRRRRIIIIIIIP!

“I know at the end of the day, no matter how many farts I smell, I will ultimately be the one who comes out on top. I am not the fartee, no, I am the FARTER. You smell a fart while walking on the street, do you think that it’s one of your teammates who ripped one? NO Serafina…”

“I AM THE ONE WHO FARTS!”

Sugiyama’s words echoed in Serafina’s mind over and over. The weight of the words felt a million times heavier, knowing that all the hard work she’s put in over the course of her pro farting career leading up to this moment has ultimately been for nothing. Because in the end, she had no chance at winning anyway, due to factors that are out of her control. She was about to reach the mountaintop, only for the entire mountain to be teleported away from her…

“Why, why WHY!?” She thought. “After all those years I spent losing to Team Canada, I finally make it past them… only for it to mean nothing because some evil bitches decided I wasn’t going to win!”

“Give up, Serafina Wind.” Whispered Sugiyama.

“Give up…” Thought Serafina. “…Maybe I should just…. Give up…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…NO…”

“I WILL NOT GIVE UP!” She thought. “This is my moment! This… this… THIS IS MY CHAMPIONSHIP!!! MY CHAMPIONSHIP!!”

Serafina felt a mixture of rage, hatred, sadness, and determination build up inside of her all at once. The emotions getting more and more intense by the second. She gripped the floor out of pure frustration and angst. “MY CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”

“MYYYYY CHAAAAAMPIOOONSHIIIIIIIP!” She screamed. “RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

(FWWWWOOOOOOSSSH!)

Out of nowhere, Serafina felt a large force come inside of her. Her thoughts and feelings of rage and contempt leaving her within seconds. “Whoa! What just happened? I… I feel…”

She entered a new state of mind; one not of rage, happiness, sadness, or fear, but one of serenity…

“I feel… at peace…”

Every memory of her farting, every time someone in history has ripped ass, and every time someone in history has mentioned something fart related began to play in her mind simultaneously, negative, positive, and neutral. She lived through all of these moments at once… it almost felt like millions years, but also a blink of an eye at the same time; an eternity…

“Farts… farts… farts…” she mumbled “I am one with the farts… and the farts are with me…”

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