Getting impatient with the lack of counting from the referee, Gunther began rocking back and forth, his peen eventually slipping right between Staph's puppies. As he rocked more and more into them, he quickly forgot all about the match. Staph, thinking it was Botch's peen, found herself turned on and started thrusting the mircophone Chane previously used to plug up her crab hole.
Botch meanwhile, unaware of, well, everything, crawled out from under one of Goldy's slabs of fat, leaving a fresh gold and brown streak on his back.
"HUH?"
Botch could hear the muffled grunting and groaning from Gunther and Staph, but he didn't realize that it was cumming from under Goldy. Forgetting that Goldy was even in the ring suddenly, Botch picked up one of the many mics that littered the mat.
"YOU SEE DARKSHADE, YOU DON'T GET MY SYMPY, BECUBS YOU HAVE THE SOON-TO-BE CHAMPOON CHAMPINGSHIP AND THAT'S MINE! AND ALL YOU DUMB REDDICKS HERE TOLIGHT KNOW THAT YOU'RE, I'M THE REAL CHAMPINGSHIP!"
Cole: "Darkspade?! Darkspade's not involved with this match or the Soon-To-Be Champion division at all!"
King: "I think Goldy's farts have damaged Botch's brain further!"
Even Goldy was baffled by Botch's words. So baffled that Gunther managed to crawl out from under Goldy as well, his erect peen poking out slightly through the crotch of his pants, which he failed to notice. Standing behind Botch doing the ding dong, his ding dong pushing further out of his pants with each movement, he waited for Botch to turn around.
When Botch finally did, he let out a
"HUH?" before dropping to the mat with an
"OWWWWWWWWW!" Gunther quickly hooked Botch's leg for another pin attempt. He saw that Chane was up now too, hands pressed against the apron as he attempted to get back into the ring. Upon seeing Gunther pinning Botch however, Chane dropped back to the floor, letting out his own "OWWWWWWWWW!"
