The whole arena shook as your foe stomped into the arena. Standing easily twelve feet tall and half as wide, your foe was none other that the brutal, ruthless and utterly MUSKY Buck The Bastard. He was famous because, aside from being a giant bull covered in muscles, he won Foul Play matches without ever belching, farting, pissing or shitting. He had a muscular musk that hung so thick around his armpits, feet and above all his crotch that was choking.
In fact his dick stink was so noxious that if he ever took off his tight speedo, one that had "GET SUM" written across the sizeable bulge on the front, you were certain to lose. But you weren't worried. Partially because you didn't think he smelled so bad, and partially because you knew you could smell worse.
Buck strode into the ring, flexing and posing, making sure to point out to the ladies in the audience, grab his crotch and thrust forward. You could hear the steers and cows out there go crazy. You snorted, expelling some of your foul breath, and got ready. He was muscular, sure, bu you knew your bayou belches and fetid farts would be too much for him.
The bell rang and the bull charged, leaving you seconds to decide your move!
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