DEBUT MATCH, SMOTHER ONLY: Sona Buvelle VS Zoey Hamilton

Sona tried continued struggled more weakly, her face being pushed deeper and deeper into Zoey's ass. Suddenly Zoey started to fart in her face and Zoey pulled her head even deeper into her ass, making sure she was getting a good smell. It smells so bad but so good at the same time! Sona screamed mentally, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Zoey's fart entered through her nose. She weakly placed her hand on Zoey's thigh, attempting to slap her and her legs limply slid on the mat. She was starting to turn red from the lack of oxygen. Blackness were creeping up in her eyes, about to go on a trip to nap time but Sona kept struggling to stay awake. I...want this...to...continue... Sona thought.

Zoey would say " You might actually be the first person to pass out from this" then would laugh before she continued " You must be really desperate for oxygen...I'll give you a little air. Zoey would then pull Sonas face up her crack to the point where her covered rear had engulfed Sona's mouth and nose and would let out a nasty length fart while holding Sona in place for all of it before wiggling her behind so Sona could get a really good smell. Zoey would then start to go red and moan before throwing Sona back to the mat and trying to drop her crotch on her poor opponents face.

Sona was nearly unconscious by now but she didn't care, this is just what she wanted. Being dominated by a taller and sexy woman, being smothered unconscious in an erotic manner, and then being used like the broken toy she is. She feels Zoey giving her a tiny chance of air and she quickly accepts the gift only to find out it was another gas of fart. Sona started to get wet when the stench hit her directly in the face and a bit of drool was leaking from her mouth. This was it, the climax and the time for Sona to go night night. Her arms limply slid off Zoey's thighs and her legs stop moving, she even wet herself a bit on the mat, leaving a stain, her eyes were now completely rolled behind her head, showing only the whites. She had a blissful look on her face. Sona was completely out for the count.

Zoey would start to hump her opponents face like previous before realising she was knocked out and would get a blush on her face before thinking to herself " I can't do that...I'm not Elisa, I know it's wrong ".
Zoey would then get off her opponents face slightly disappointing and would call over the ref who would count to 5 and end the match at the count of 5 if her opponent didn't get up.

Sona was just a mess when Zoey got off. Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth opened with her tongue sticking out, drool rolling down the side, a small piss stain on the mat, and a twitch every so often. The ref could count for up to 100 if she wanted and Sona still won't wake up. Sona was officially way off in slumber land.

Sona was actually a pretty nice dream, a dream where Zoey was having her way with Sona. Using her as she pleased, either humping her face in a facesit smother, putting her in her Butt Vacuum over and over again, knocking her out in so many ways.

Zoey had won so little matches that it actually felt weird being the one who left first but she would just give the fan the fingers a few more times, repeat her " shut up " chant back and forth with the crowd a little more before she would slowly walk backstage, glad to have had an easy and mostly stress less match for a change.

Winner by smothering knockout - Zoey Hamilton