The Announcer called out her name over the loudspeakers: Stinky Sally. She was dressed in a small girl scout's outfit, scrawny and tiny, but you could smell her musk from the edge of the ring. You'd have to watch out for her stinks, but you're certain you possess a real advantage over her. You pick some grime out from your gums and flick it at her.
"eep!" She yelps, jumping backwards. The wad of blackish gunk hit her on the knee and she quickly wipes it off before it starts to irritate her skin. You snort, drawing some phlegm up into your throat and the second the bell rings you hork a sloppy loogie straight into her face. She squeals and tries to wipe it off and you take the time to close the distance between you and her, stomping and snorting and laughing as you do.
Before she can react, you grab her and lift up your arm, exposing your rotten, stinking underarm. She gags and tries to struggle free, but you're easily able to hold her in one claw. She coughs and gags, but she can't escape the sour, salty stench of your underarm. You toss her aside, further disorienting her, and move to follow up.
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