Crytus was speechless when he saw the massive size of the wrestler he was about to go up against, but he wouldn't back down, he refused to go out like a punk, especially in front of all these people.
The two get into their corners, and the contender gave off a smug smirk as he flexed his muscles for the crowd, acting as though he'd already won. This angered Crytus, causing the Rooshin to burst with verbal insults, anxious to wipe the floor with him. The second the bell rings, Crytus charges, foolishly attempting to get him into a hold, but he couldn't even reach the wrestler's neck. Not surprisingly, the masked giant threw him across the ring. Crytus got to his knees quickly with a shocked look on his face, but backs up to think of another attack. The opponent started to walk up to him. Crytus went for another charge, but attempted to tricked his opponent by pivoting around him to instead catch him in a hold from the back, but his small arms couldn't reach around him. When Crytus felt and heard his opponent chuckle, however, he looked at his tail and realised the crucial mistake he made. He scurried to the other corner to escape his own hold; his heart racing so fast that he didn't even notice the laughter emanating from the crowd, most of whom found the entire match pretty humorous. After a few more seconds, he slowly walked up the his opponent and grappled him, but still unable to do anything to affect him, he began to throw several punches to his abdomen. None of them, however, seemed to have any effect. His opponent laughed at his attacks before grabbing him by the head and lifting him up into the air with one hand, as if he were a mere rag. He then took the 83-pound rooshin and put him in a devastating bear hug. Crytus roared from the pain, his back and arms feeling as though they are being crushed, his breath shortening more and more, and his ears filled with his big, cruel opponent's loud, sadistic laughter as he tried to hold back his strength, still wanting to toy with the rooshin. Crytus nearly screeched from the pain, every nerve in his upper body telling him to submit, but he refused. After nearly four minutes of the intense submission, his opponent loosened his bear hug and let the rooshin drop. Laying flat on his back, Crytus looked in aggravation as suddenly his opponent's large foot filled his point of view. He slowly stepped down on his opponents head, not in any hurry, as he was well aware the Rooshin wouldn't be going anywhere soon. Crytus hollered in pain as the unknown skunk wrestler stepped on him, still keeping a smile on his face, but he has to turn the rooshin loose as the referee commanded.
A few seconds after he did, Crytus attempted to escape the arena to think up a plan, but due to the pain, he was unable to move at a normal pace, so he had to crawl to the rope, and as he attempted to get out of the ring, his big opponent surprises him by taking his big hand and giving Crytus' ass a loud, unexpected spank. This surprised everybody, the crowd roared with laughter, completely caught off guard by the attack. As Crytus hollered, his opponent turned around and had himself a nice seat on the Rooshin now burning ass, or more like the back his entire midsection. The referee was surprised by the action, but after several seconds, began to count out the submission as Crytus continued to complain loudly, feeling more and more humiliated as he tried to escape. Soon, his large opponent lifted his big ass off the rooshin, causing him to fall over the rope and out of the ring. When he turned around and saw the rooshin struggle to get up, he couldn't help but express a dominant, cocky grin at what he'd done to his opponent.
Crytus struggled to get to his feet; he had to continue to think of some kind of idea, but had to get back into the ring before being counted out.
He got in, got up, put up his hands, and challenged the masked skunk that has been dominating him the entire match. The second he let out the slightest jab towards the huge wrestler, his opponent simply jolted his upper body towards him, causing the rooshin to flinch, which in turn put a smile on his opponent's face. This aggravated Crytus even more, attempting to charge his opponent, but when the skunk lifted his fist, the rooshin backed away. The opponent chuckled, then began to walk up to the 4ft rooshin, cornering him; his gut pressing up against him, but Crytus suddenly thought of a nice, strategic move:

He'd slide under the skunk's open legs, turn around, and kick him into the corner, kick him right in the bum. That would make the crowd stop laughing at him, that'll embarrass the skunk, that'll buy the rooshin some time AND make him look good in front of everyone!

And with a big, evil smile on his face, Crytus snuck under his opponents legs to follow through on his plan, turned around to kick him, and yet before he could even lift his legs, suddenly his face was given a full view of the skunk's hairy, thonged gloots. The opponent sat on his exposed face, his nose caught up the mephit's buttocks, the pressure truly getting to him. The referee was about to start his count out before suddenly, a loud trumpeting sound echoed from the ring to his ears. The ref, a rooshin named Ripson, thought to himself, He couldn't be that cruel... before the smell suddenly hit him. His eyes widened and his nose wrinkled as he quickly backed away and covered his nose. The acrid stench exploded in an assault on his senses; his eyes watered, his nose painfully offended, even his taste was objected.
The smell was putrid, the entire audience couldn't escape the stench, and yet, the cheers continued. The audience was eating this all up, though maybe "eating" might not be the appropriate word with Crytus in such a foul predicament, especially with the skunk rubbing the stink deeper and deeper into his fur, scooting further back onto his face to continue his brutal submission. Ripson could barely see through the thick cloud of flatulence, which the mephit was still letting out, but it was clear that if the rooshin wasn't tapping already, he probably was no longer conscious.