Posted at 4:48 am on Oct 15, 2015 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion Champion)
YOU'RE JUST A BITCH!
The Soon-To-Be Championship strapped firmly around his beer belly, Botch Recliner waddled out. The paper plate was starting to tear, tape applied to it as a repair. He tried to slide into the ring under the bottom rope, only getting the upper half of his body into the ring before he landed on the floor on his ass.
"OWWW!"
Rolling over, he stabbed a steroid needle into his ass before getting up and trying again. He barely made it into the ring that time. He reached for a mic from ringside, dropping it twice before managing to grasp it long enough to speak. Everyone waited for it...
"HUH?"
Doing another ding dong, Gunther said, "YOU HEARD ME, SENORITA BOTCH! I AM NO GUNJINN JUST AS YOU ARE NO SOON-TO-BE CHAMPION! BITCH!"
"SHUT UP! I KNOW YOUR NOT GOJIUNN! BUT I WILL HAVE A TITTY SOON!" Gunther raised an eyebrow at this announcement. "SO YOU CAN TAKE YOUR ASS BACK TO YOUR SUNSHINE STATE AND EAT DUNKING DOONUTS!"
Everyone was going "HUH?" as Botch dropped to the mat and started doing pushups to prove that he was indeed Soon-To-Be Champion material.
