Posted at 8:52 pm on Oct 25, 2015 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion Champion)
THERE'S A 141 2/3 CHANGE THAT I'M THE TRUE SOON-TO-BE CHAMPION CHAMPION! THE NUMMERS DON'T LIE!
Botch rolled around on the mat for several hours, letting out "OWWWWWWWWW'S" at various pitches and lengths. Gunther continued doing the ding dong the entire time, showing off the paper plate title, genuinely happy to hold it.
When Botch finally got up, Gunther found himself face-to-face with Botch and stopped in his tracks.
"HUH?"
"BOW DOWN TO THE REAL SOON-TO-BE CHAMPION CHAMPION, BITCH! YOU WILL NEVER HOLD MY TITLE AGAIN!"
Fortunately, Botch was done talking and instead wrapped his arms around Gunther, tossing him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. This backfired horribly of course, as Staph was just getting back up herself and standing on the apron, her giant puppies allowed Gunther to just bounce back right into Botch. The collision somehow caused Botch to sail through the ropes on the other side of the ring and he threw himself onto the commentary table.
Staph climbed back into the ring and removed another mic from her cleavage. "That's ENOUGH! If you two want to fight so badly, that's just fine, BUT IT WON'T BE HERE! Because that would NOT be best for business!"
Gunther did a couple more ding dongs before addressing Staphany. "Mmm, Senorita, I like the way you think. But this fool, Botch, he isn't worthy of my time!"
Before Staph could give Gunther any kind of answer, Botch rolled off of the table, pulling out yet another mic himself.
"YOU'RE NOT WORRY OF MY TIME, GUFFER! AND NOW I'M GROIN TO KICK YOUR ASS TO PROOF IT!"
Botch ran towards to ring as if he was going to slide back in, only to stop at the edge and slowly roll back in instead. Once in, he tackled Gunther and the two rolled around on the mat, looking more like they were fucking than fighting. Staph picked up the Soon-To-Be Champion Championship herself and waited for them to finish.
