Kurt shook up the water bottle before setting it back down in Rikishi’s locker, slowly pushing the door back in place, only moments before the big sumo-style man came into the locker room. He didn’t suspect a thing.
On stage the rivalry the two wrestlers had was all a show. Back here, where fans couldn’t see they were practically best friends. It was all just a show. A show they both liked to put on.
Rikishi raised his hand for a high five as Kurt passed. He raised his but as he went in he missed and came around to slap Rikishi in the ass. The big man laughed as he walked on by.
“Ready for tonight guy?” Rikishi asked as he opened his locker and began to change. He peeled off his t shirt and dropped his pants. Kurt looked back and saw him in all his fat glory. He watched as he bent down and peeled of his underwear exposing his gigantic ass. Kurt had his face between those cheeks more than a few times this year on stage. The crowd loved it. He always gave it his best.
Rikishi pulled on his thong and took a long draw on the water bottle.
“You know I am bro, always ready.”
Kurt left Rikishi while he went to go change and prepare for the fight. Soon though he was drawn back to Rikishi’s corner by the sounds of the wrestler grunting and the sound of a rich wet fart ripping through the air. Kurt grinned and walked up behind him.
“Whoo boy that was a good one. A little pre-match ritual?” Kurt asked.
Rikishi rubbed his gut. “Normally yeah, but this isn’t planned bro, just hit me all the sudden. Cant seem to stop all this..” Rikishi leaned to the side, gripping the corner of the desk as he leaned forward to rip one again. “ahh.. this is a bit higher than normal.”
Kurt slapped him on the back “What’s the big deal, wont really matter in the ring, not like anyone an tell.”
Riksihi looked up at him and furrowed his brow. “But, I’m supposed to back this dumper up on your face tonight, Kurt. If I cant stop farting, ain’t that gonna make it all the worse for you?”
Kurt grinned, almost enough to let it slip. “Dude, that’s right. Damn man, you might end up nuking my face.”
Riksihi sat back down on his bench. “Damn right I might. We should cut it from the match.”
Kurts heart began to race. “Woah, woah, now lets not be to hasty. The crowd loves it when you stinkface guys, me especially. Come on, it cant be that bad.” Kurt dropped to his knees and put his hands behind his head, like he was being arrested. “Go on dude, blast me. If I can take it here I can take it out there.”
Riksihi stood up and turned around. This was awkward. He just looked down at Kurt. “You seriously want me to fart in your face, Kurt?”
“Want isnt the word, this is just for safety. Don’t wanna puke like Booker did, fans don’t like it when you do that on ‘um.” Kurt inched forward on his knees. Rikishi’s waist was right at the level of his head.
“Cut it out Kurt, get back up.” Rikishi turned around ad opened up his locker
“Come on you big baby,” Kurt said. He reached out and grabbed Riksihi’s meaty cheeks and pulled his face right in front of it. “Be a man and just get it over with.” He could feel the heat coming off of the gigantic fat ass in front of his face. He could hear Rikishi laughing
“Dude, come on, stop it.” He laughed again, playfully trying to knock Kurt’s hands away.
Kurt slipped his finger in the side of Rikishi’s thong, deftly and subtly undoing it. When Rikishi shifted his weight the whole thing gave way Kurt was left with Rikishi’s raw ass in his face.
“Whoo doggy, that’s a eyeful,” Kurt said.
“I’ll do it Kurt, you got five seconds before I beef.”
“Oh now your threatening me? Like you’d really do it.”
Rikishi hunkered down and reached back behind himself, placing his hand on Kurt’s head. He pressed it gently towards his ass.
Kurt did his best to try and pretend to resist, but he otherwise gave his face willingly to Rikishi’s crack. He mumbled nonsensically into it as he thrashed his face back and forth. If Rikishi could have seen his shorts he would have noticed how tight his throbbing erection made them.
Rikishi counted down, stopping at one. “Last chance br-” before he could get out his ultimatum, the pressure in his guts became too much and he let loose with a terrifyingly deep fart. It washed over Kurt’s face, hot and rank. Rikishi’s ass was dripping with sweat, and now Kurt’s face was too.
“aahh…” Rikishi smiled. “Man that one felt good.” He tumbled forward onto the bench, laughing.
Kurt fell to the floor laughing too. He pulled himself up, and lay himself across Rikishi’s back, resting his head on the upper most portion of his ass.
“Dude… I still have to fart.” Rikishi said.
Kurt took a long whiff of his crack and then slapped it.
“Save it for the ring buddy. We got a show to do”