As Gwen struggles about under you, you slowly raise your bare feet and wiggle your toes. Your cousin tries to lift you off with all her strength, but she finds that your simply too heavy. "What's the matter, aren't you supposed to be the martial artist?" You let her struggle around a little more, before planting your bare sweaty feet in her face. Immediately she begins to struggle more, but the words are now muffled by your sticky hot soles. Gwen has no choice but to breath in your epic foot stink, and in less then ten seconds she passes out, the crowd cheering at your win. You grin as you rub your feet in, leaving Gwen with some of your sweat, so that even when she wakes she'll still smell your gross feet. Standing up, you take a bow, waving to the crowd with a cheer of your own. "Yeah! See, nobody's got grosser feet then me, and if you say you do, well you can get a close up whiff of 'em too!" You laugh with your hands on your hips, waiting for your next challenger.