Gunter and Botch were still rolling around looking like they are fucking- when all of a sudden....

Chane emerges from the fans complete with his ref suit on... he then slides into the ring and to the surprise of Staph... once Botch had Gunther rolled over on his shoulder... Chane counted!

123!!!

Gunther's face!

Said it all!!!

"HUH?!"

Cried Botch... Staph just claps her hands with the paper plate title firmly stuck inbetween her puppies for safe keeping.... Botch gets up looking out to the crowd and then drops for a push up which after a failed attempt at even one- Botch falls on his beer belly from exhaustion.....

Micheal Cole: When did this turn into a match?!

Jim Ross: ::stroking his junk:: Micheal! don't you get it? It's a SOON-TO-BE Championship match!!! DUHHHHH!!!!!!!





::Botch decides to grab the mic as Staph takes the paper plate title and applies it to Botch's beer belly::






"EVERYBODY WANTS TO KNOW, WANTS TO KNOW, YOU DON'T NO ME AND WUT I CABLE OF!! THE NEXT HAVEYWAIT SOON-TOBEH-CHAMPIUNCHIP OF THE WURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
RRRRRRLLLDDDD!"








As Chane was trying to remind Botch that he WAS the current Soon-to-be Champion.... poor Gunther rolled out of the ring, holding the head of his ding dong and puckers wildly at Botch who was parading in the ring with the paper plate title along with Chane and Staph making faces at Gunther who was on the outside.... suddenly, Staph grabs the mic for some choice words for his "Sexiness"