Posted at 3:48 am on Oct 26, 2015 by:
Staphany McMahon
We ALWAYS know what's best for business!
"You were saying something about the real Soon-To-Be Champion Champion, Gunther? WELL HERE HE IS! Botch Recliner, the only AND only CW Soon-To-Be Champion Champion! You had your chance here tonight, Gunther, and you blew it! SO TAKE YOUR ASS BACKSTAGE AND LEAVE GOING INTO THE RING TO THOSE WHO CAN PRESENT A TRUE CHALLENGE TO THE SOON-TO-BE CHAMPION CHAMPION!" Staph pulled down her top and started shaking her puppies at Gunther. No one was sure if that was meant to attract him or what, but it caused part of the crowd to vomit.
As Gunther continued up the ramp, still groping the head of his ding dong, Botch pulled out ANOTHER mic.
"YOU DON'T HAVE MY SYMPY, GUTTER! YOU WARNED A PIECE OF MY PEAKS AND YOU GOT THEM! I'LL KICK YOUR DUNKING DOONUTS ASS ALL OVER EGGING IF YOU FUNK YOU WANT TO GIVE ME A BUTTER SHOT AT THE SOON-TO-BE CHAMPOON CHAMPONGSHIP!"
Dropping the paper plate title to the mat, Botch tried to do more push ups, somehow injuring his head instead and rolling around in pain.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Staph and Chane ignored Botch for the time being, even as Botch rolled between her legs, getting a look at her panty-less, overly hairy, crabby crotch.
"You see everyone, Botch is special! Our special weapon in CW! Together with Chane and I, he'll be an unstoppable force in the Soon-To-Be Champion division!" Staph put her mic between her puppies so that she and Chane could clap for Botch, even as he rolled around on the mat.
