Posted at 6:17 am on Oct 31, 2015 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion Champion)
YOU DON'T KNOW ME AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M CAPLE OF!
Staph moved to stand over Botch, her legs slightly spread above his head. She pulled another mic from between her puppies, dropping a second one to the mat as well. "GET UP, BOTCH! You can't allow Gunther to win my Soon-To-Be Champion Championship!"
"HUH?" Botch remained on the mat, further injuring himself somehow.
"GET UP, DAMN YOU! GET UP NOW!" Staph started jumping and screaming, causing a crab to fall loose from her crusty forest of a vagina, dropping right into Botch's open mouth.
This got Botch moving as he choked on the crab, rolling right out of the ring this time. Coughing and gagging, he eventually managed to spit it up, landing it right in a fan's cup of beer.
King: "That crab's as big as the ones I have!"
Gunther made his way to Botch while he was still on the outside and charged at him for a clothesline. Well before he actually reached Botch though, Botch threw himself to the floor.
"OWWWWWWWWW!"
Staph was still jumping and screaming, about Botch and the state of her title, forming a small pile of crabs on the mat underneath her. Chane on the other hand remained a lot calmer, having more faith in their Soon-To-Be Champion Champion. He even couldn't help dancing along when Gunther broke into another song after taking a mic out of the front of Botch's tights.
However, Chane quickly went back into referee mode by turning a blind eye when Botch stumbled back up, grabbed the paper plate title, and clocked Gunther in the head with it.
