The IWFC II Pt. 02

The International Women's Farting Competition II: The Rancid Road to Repeating (Part 2)
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July 2, 2025
IWFC Stadium
Las Vegas, Nevada
1:00 AM
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FRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPT!
"(Sniff, sniff, sniff) Psssh! Kuso yowai! HNNNNNNNG!"
BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSHHH HHHHRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
"(Sniiiiiif) Motto nioi o kagu hitsuy? ga aru! HHHNNNNG!"
PIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!
"KUSO! Motto koi kaori ga hosh?! HNNNNNNNNGGG!"
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"(Sniff!) (siiiiigh)...J?bun'na..."
After a funk-filled flurry of flatulence, multiple time Japanese fart champion, Kiko Sugiyama sat down on her shins and knees and basked in her stinky glory. She was no stranger to late night and early morning fart sessions, due to her insatiable need to always be better--to always win, no matter what; even if that meant cheating, or losing her integrity or honor, just to achieve that sweet, smelly victory.
She reached behind her short hair and untied the hachimaki headband she was wearing. On the front of it was the famous red Japanese "circle of the sun" symbol featured on Japan's flag. On each side of the red circle were the characters "??", which means the word "STINK" written in Japanese kanji. She stared at it for a while.
"(Siiiiigh)... I love my homeland... but I am afraid my homeland no longer loves me... for I have betrayed it!" She thought.
Sugiyama looked down at the tracksuit she was wearing. On the front of her track jacket, the word "CANADA" was written in big, fat red letters.
"...Should I have let her convince me to join this team? Was this really the right choice?"
After thinking that, Sugiyama's mind immediately went back to Japan's embarrassing loss in the 2024 IWFC championship; a championship that was quite literally hers to win, but she still somehow came up short. She had almost an instantaneous visceral reaction; her face grew angry, as she began to grit her teeth and snarl at the thought of it.
"Damn Americans!" She thought. "And that fucking fart judge! All he had to do was keep his mouth shut and give us the rounds! But he chickened out and ratted us out to the committee! I wish I could just walk up to him, grab him by the fucking balls and take a fat shit in his mouth, but that little perverted FUCK would probably like it..."
Her teeth pressed together more, as her mind began to shift towards one specific person...
"...and HER. That loud-mouthed, pile of American shit, Serafina Wind!" She yelled in her mind. "You know what? I did make the right choice! Teaming up with Team Canada was the best thing I could've done for my farting career! And you know what? Fuck integrity, fuck loyalty, and FUCK HONOR! I wanna win!"
"It's nice to hear you say that, Kiko..."
Sugiyama looked around the dark, empty stadium after hearing a mysterious voice echo throughout the stadium floor. "Who said that?" She said out loud in English.
"We all want to win, Kiko."
Another, slightly different sound voice echoed throughout the stadium floor. "What? Seriously, who is saying that?!"
"You are one of us now Kiko."
"One of us?" Questioned Sugiyama. "Wait a minute, 'one of us?' Are you guys on Team Canada? How did you know I'd be here at this time?!"
"Uggh! Alright, you guys can cut it out now, she know's it's us!" Echoed one of the mysterious voices.
From the shadows, emerged a group of 6 women dressed in the same red and white tracksuit as Sugiyama--the historic, dominant, and dynastic Team Canada, who so far are the only IWFC team to ever win back to back championships in 2022 and 2023.
"How's it hangin' Soogs? Gettin a little extra farting in there by the smells of it?" Said Adrianna Bartochowski, captain of team Canada.
"Congratulations, you have a working nose..." Groaned Sugiyama, rolling her eyes.
"(Sniff, sniff!) Wheeew! Lemme tell ya, we should've never introduced you to White Castle! These american food chains tear you the fuck up on the inside, eh!" Said Bartochowski, fanning the air from Sugiyama's fart.
"You know I do not like western foods for a reason!" Said Sugiyama defensively. "They are greatly unhealthy and horrible for your gut microbiome!"
A slightly bashful and embarrassed expression grew on Sugiyama's face. Her cheeks reddened, and she looked down to the ground. "But I would unfortunately be lying if I said I didn't greatly enjoy eating such foods for the first time..."
"HA! No way fam! You for real got broski hooked on diabetes fuel!" Said Taniyah "GTA" Porter. "That's some mad funny stuff right there!"
"Yeah, she'll be a fuckin fatass in no time. Lazy, weighing over 700 pounds, bedridden, hooked up to a heart monitor and shit..." istanbul travesti joked Min "Chem Bomb" Lu.
"700 pounds? Bedridden? A HEART MONITOR?! KUSO!! HOW DARE YOU SLANDER THE ONE AND ONLY KAME NO ONARA?!" Screamed Sugiyama at Lu.
"Jesus, guy! You don't have to get all angry! We're just joshin' ya bud!" Said Bartochowski. "Save all that anger for people who deserve it, eh? Like the spawn of satan herself..."
Bartochowski's eye began to twitch excessively. Her body tensed up and breathing became heavier "S-s-save it f-for... S-S-Serafina W-Wind!" Said Bartochowski. "I SWEAR ON MY LIFE, THAT IT IS MY LIFE'S MISSION TO BRING SERAFINA WIND DOWN!!"
"You are waaaay to obsessed with her, bro!" Said Porter, rolling her eyes.
"You're right, Adrianna. I must direct my anger towards those who deserve it" said Sugiyama. "I apologize. But getting back to what I was saying, how did you guys know I would be here? I did not inform any of you of my whereabouts."
"Well, you're a very predictable person." Said Bartochowski.
"Yeah, ever since we've been here in Vegas prepping as a team, all you seem to do is eat a ton, practice farting techniques, and eat even more food so you can fart even more!" Said Zahra "Stink-Easy" Nassiri.
"Don't forget loudly farting in public whenever we go out on the town... like, I know we're professional farters but Jesus Kiko, spare our noses!" Said Lexie "Rancid Racine" Racine.
"Yeah, I mean even Stinkeasy has enough human decency to not fart in public, and her nickname is "Stinkeasy" for god's sake! Her ass is so deadly that the government of British Columbia had to fucking ban her from farting in public!" Said Bartochowski.
"She's right, I have made quite a few people pass out and throw up in public!" Said Nassiri, smiling. "I feel like my nickname is well deserved!"
Porter giggled. "Haha! Aye, don't forget that whenever Kiko farts in public, she always has to act like it didn't happen, or she'll try to blame it on one of us! Hahaha!!"
"That is because despite our professional farting status, the act of passing gas out of one's anus is still heavily looked down upon in many cultures, Taniyah." Responded Sugiyama. "However it is necessary for me to get my immense gas out, but I cannot risk damaging my social image. Thus, I opt to act like it didn't happen, or blame it on one of you. Especially you, Adrianna."
"Why the hell does it always have to be me though man??! Like, I've gotten so many dirty looks from people all because you'll deflect the blame onto me! You'll say something like 'Gross, Adrianna! Use the toilet!' And people will look at me like I just killed their grandma or some shit!" Said Bartochowski.
"My farts tend to be unusually loud, bassy, and extremely smelly, and yours are too! So I will deflect the blame onto you whenever they match that description!" Said Sugiyama. "When they are bubblier, I will blame them on Lexie. When they are squeakier and airier, I will blame it on either Taniyah or Min. And when they are silent, which happens rarely, I will blame them on Zahra."
"I swear fam! Who the fuck thinks of this shit, eh? She's such a fucking pompous, cunning, weirdo! Just own up to the poot, crodie! BOMBOCLAT!" Cursed Porter.
"Oh be quiet, Taniyah! I thought you took pride in being called 'Gassy Toronto Ass', or GTA for short. It is your nickname for good reason!" Said Sugiyama.
"Yeah, but I only take pride in MY gas, not other's!" Said Porter.
"Well, at least Cold Front doesn't have to worry about getting blamed for Kiko's farts apparently!" Said Racine. "Y'know, you're real lucky, Cold Front!"
"? ???????" Said Arnulaak "Cold Front" Smith.
"You can say that again, Cold Front." Said Racine.
"? ???????" Said said again.
"Hey Cold Front, crazy question, but what's the cure to cancer?" Asked Bartochowski.
"???" She said.
"Woah, that actually makes a lot of sense!" Exclaimed Bartochowski. "Why don't doctors just try that already?"
"Exactly man!" Said Racine.
"Blah blah blah, whatever! I'm done here. I'm going back into town to hopefully get some of that 'fast food' as you westerners call it!" Said Sugiyama, as she began turning around and walking away.
"Well... alright. See ya later, buddy! Don't let nothing happen to that sweet, juicy ass of yours!" Said Bartochowski, waving.
"Ugggh! You're not my buddy, Adrianna! And told you to stop staring at my ass so much!" Groaned Sugiyama.
"Heh heh heh! Whatever you say, fatbutt! Just keep feeding that booty, eh!" Laughed Bartochowski.
Sugiyama rolled her eyes, and continued to walk.
"Damn... I hate arguing with her, but I do love to see that plump East Asian ass leave! Hahaha!" Joked Bartochowski.
"Yo, you're insane fam! That's some nasty work right there! Hahahaha!" Laughed Porter, as she playfully shoved Bartochowski.
Sugiyama stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh yeah, and Adrianna?"
"Yes Kiko Bootyama?" istanbul travestileri Said Bartochowski.
"AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAAAAA! Kiko Bootyama is crazy!!" Laughed Porter.
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Out of Sugiyama's ass erupted a humongous, bubbly, bassy fart. Although she was about 25 feet away from the rest of the team, the indescribable garbage smell of the fart hit them fast.
"Awww what the--(Coooough!) how the fuck does her farts smell (Euuugh!) that bad?!" Gagged Bartochowski.
"(Cough, cough) (Eeeuuuugh!) Good god! That fart! (Cough, cough, coooough!) Kiko, what the fuck?!" Coughed Racine.
"(Bleeeech!) There is a DEVIL in that girl's ass!" Convulsed Porter.
Sugiyama continued walking, as a devilish ear to ear grin grew on her face. "Teeheehee! Karera ga kurushimu no o miru no ga daisukidesu!" She giggled to herself.
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July 2, 2025
IWFC Stadium
11:00 AM
Team USA vs. Team Nigeria (Third Round)
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It was Team USA's second match of the competition, and they were facing off against another pooting, potent, putrid powerhouse--Team Nigeria. Team Nigeria had been competing in the fart games for around 25 years now, and although they only won 1 championship in 2016, they've always remained consistent, dominating other African, Asian, and Oceanian countries for years and making multiple runs to the IWFC conference finals.
"Alright, alright, alright, huddle up girls! We gotta make some adjustments!" Said Coach Todd, as the girls fell into a huddle.
"You're right Coach." Said Serafina. "I tried my best out there but I just can't keep up with those naija girls! They've got farts for days, and all of them are just as loud and smelly as mine!"
"(Siiigh) it's their diets!" Said Coach. "All of their foods are packed with protein and other extremely healthy crap that allows them to blast absolute bombs outta their big badonks!"
"Don't forget the smell!" Said Johnson. "All of their farts smell so spicy! It makes me wish I didn't have a nose!"
"As Coach was saying, I think we really do have to make some major adjustments in our game plan!" Said Giordano.
Giordano quickly looked towards Serafina. "You, Lizzo! You got any ideas on what we should do to secure the dub?!"
"Bitch! I'm boutta come over there and beat the fuck outchu if you call me Lizzo one more time!" Said Serafina.
"My apologies, do you prefer I call you Liz for short?" Said Giordano.
"Just SHUT UP!!" Yelled Serafina.
"Ok, Lizzo it is then! Hahaha!" Chuckled Giordano.
Coach Todd rolled her eyes. "Just ignore her Wind... just ignore her..." Coach Todd then looked towards Johnson. "Johnson, you got any gas left in the tank?"
"I'm real sorry Coach, but I don't think so..." Responded Johnson, as she hung her head in shame. "I forgot to fill up my car's gas tank before y'all flew me out to Vegas!"
Coach Todd shut her eyes tightly and rubbed her eyelids furiously with her fingers. "I mean do ya got any FARTS LEFT, not your fucking--(siiigh)"
"The future of America, everyone!" Said Giordano. "People like HER, are voting in your elections! Idiocracy might as well be a fucking documentary!"
Coach Todd looked in Diaz's direction. The two of them made quick eye contact, but Diaz quickly looked away. "DIAZ!" Yelled Coach. "Don't act like you didn't see me! You got farts in the tank, girl?"
Diaz stammered and struggled to formulate a sentence. "I-I-I... well... I-I-I j-just d-don't know if I... sh-should be the-uh... one to go--"
"God fucking dammit Diaz!" Cursed Coach Todd. "Get a hold of yourself! This ain't no time to be cowering in fear! The game is on the line, and we need someone to go out there and win us this damn match!"
"B-b-but I don't know if I can do it! What if I mess up?! What if I lose?! Last year against Team Japan I embarrassed myself and couldn't out fart Sugiyama! I puked all over the fart floor for fucks sake! Then Serafina had to come and save my ass! Maybe i'm just not cut out for this!" Blurted out Diaz, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Coach Todd walked closer to Diaz, standing face to face with her. She slowly removed her sunglasses which seemed to always be perpetually glued on to her face at all times, revealing her rarely seen jade-green eyes. "Ember..." she said, in a soft tone.
Diaz wiped away a tear from her eye. "(Sniffles) yes coach?"
"You are cut out for this. You have proven time and time again that you are! Now go out there, and fart like an American--Sloppy, long, wet, and extremely stinky!" Said Coach Todd.
Diaz wiped more tears from her eyes. "(Sniffles) y-your right c-coach! Maybe I was g-getting (sniffles) a bit too much in my feelings! I need to fart like an American, like you said!"
"That's the spirit!"
A smile grew in Diaz's face. "Yeah! I-I'm gonna go out there and stink travesti istanbul it up! Stink it up in a good way, I mean!"
"Yeah you go, Em! Go stink it up! You're one of the best farters I know!" Said Thunderhawk.
"Thunder's right! Now go put that fat ass of yours to good use!" Said Coach Todd.
"H-hell yeah!" Diaz looked down at her wrist. "You know what? I just checked the time, and it's a bit past 2!"
"It's ELEVEN!" Shouted Giordano. "And you're not even wearing a fucking watch Doof-a-saurus Rex!"
"This could only mean one thing!" Said Diaz. "It must be... DIAZ TIME!"
"Uggggh!" Groaned the other 6 of them.
"Please for love of god stop trying to make that your thing!" Whined Jimenez.
"Sorry, I can't talk when it's Diaz Time! I'm on the clock, baby!" Said Diaz.
"Just get your ass in the game already dammit!" Shouted Coach Todd, annoyed.
Diaz jogged into the fart square. The Nigerian fans booed her immensely. "Just tune them out, Ember, just tune them out!" She nervously whispered to herself.
"Tune out de fans all you want. It will not stop you from tuning out de sound of my massive FAAAAHHTS from my massive NYASH!"
"Uhh, th-that was a private conversation! Between me and uh... myself! Stop listening to me talk to myself y-you... crazy person!" Said Diaz defensively.
"Heh-heh-heh! I listen to you talk to yourself, and I am de crezy one? Dat is very fonny!"
The Nigerian farter stepped closer to Diaz. "I just want you to know, we naija girls are not known for our mercy! Just be prepared for many, many, MANY stinky FAHTS!"
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Farter Profile: Ifede Ojo (Captain of Team Nigeria ??)
Age: 22
Race/Ethnicity: Black/African (Yoruba ??)
Physical Appearance: 5'10, 190 lbs, brown skin, big lips, brown almond shaped eyes, short cornrow braids, curvy/thick figure, DD cup breasts, large butt, large thighs
Hometown: Lagos, Ogun, Nigeria
Achievements: 3x Nigerian Fart Champion (2022-2024) 2x Benin Fart Champion (2023, 2024)
Fart Speciality: Force, sound, smell, frequency
Nickname: Fufu Force, "Oh no Ojo!"
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"Alright ladies, asses to the face, asses to the face!" Said the fart judge.
Ojo took her position in front of the judge. "I know you are scared. I can smell your fear! Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!" She said to Diaz, in her low, deep, monotone voice.
"(Gulp!) j-just ignore her, Ember! Focus on farting! Focus on farting! Farting is what I'm meant to do! I am cut out for this!" She whispered to herself.
"Three..."
"Two..."
"One..."
"Fart so you can make me cum!"
"HHHHNNNN-wait, what the fuck?!" Questioned Ojo. "Why do you judges always have to say something weird? Ugh, you are all very nasty! Very nasty! (Mtcheeeeww)..." she said, making a 'mtchew' sound from sucking her teeth in disapproval.
"What can I say? This is a nasty job for a nasty man! Now fart!" Said the judge, smacking Ojo's ass
"Fine, you asked for it! (Mtcheeeew)."
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A large fart bobbled its way through Ojo's large asscheeks.
"(Sniiiiiffff) Awwww yeah, been eatin a lot of fufu there huh girl?" Said the judge.
"Well they don't call me fufu force for nothing!" Said Ojo. "Now keep your nose in my nyash you weirdo and shut it!"
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Ojo patted her stomach aggressively. "Oh no Ojo! Oh no Ojo! Do not fart more, Ojo! My nose cannot take it! Oh no Ojo do not fart more! Please Ojo! I am begging you Ojo!" Mocked Ojo as she wafted the smell to Diaz standing to her right.
"(Sniiiiff) (BLECH!) Ugggh! Why did I have to become a professional farter?!" Though Diaz after sniffing her fart.
"SNIFF IT UP! SNIFF IT UP!" Screamed a Nigerian fan.
"THIS IS OUR YEAR!" Screamed another Nigerian fan. WE WILL BRING IWFC CHAMPIONSHIP BACK TO NAIJA!"
"IT'S NAIJA'S TIME TO SHINE BABY!"
Diaz, hearing the Nigerian fans' remarks, scoffed. "Really?! 'Naija's time?' Puh-lease! I just checked the time again on my digital clock, and it spelled out D-I-A-Z biiiiitch!"
She lifted up her left leg, and forced out a loud, booming fart.
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"Now how do you like that?! I'm done being scared, bitch!" Said Diaz. " I bet you can't 'smell my fear' anymore huh, Ojo?!"
Ojo wafted the smell up to her nostrils. "(Sniiiiiff) hmmmm... you are correct, do not smell fear any longer... but I do smell ELIMINATION!"
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Diaz caught a whiff of Ojo's gas. Her eyes began to water from the hot, almost humid air that had emitted from her anus. "(Cough!) your smell... doesn't faze me, Ojo! (Cough, cough!) But hopefully mine will phase you!"
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"(Sniiiiff) your gas... (Coough!) it is pungent... but it is not pungent enough for you to advance past Nigeria!"
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"It doesn't matter! All I need to do is out fart you! I know you can't keep up with my farts!" Said Diaz.
"Yes I can! I have gas for days!"