Posted at 2:53 am on Mar 21, 2016 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion Champion)
I ATE YOUR MOTHER AFTER SHE ASSED FOR MY ROOM NUMB.
"HUH? WHAT I DON'T KNOW BUT DAYS PEOPLE KNOW IS THAT YOUR PEAKS ARE BIGGER FAN MIME AND I'LL CRUSH YOU WIFFLE THEM," Botch said, getting in Buff's face, a crab stuck in his facial trying to grab onto Buff's instead. "AND THERE'S SOMETHING YOU OR YOUR BUFFET BITCHES CAN DO APPLE IT."
"PUFFY, YOU'RE JUST MAD YOU AIN'T THE BUFF DADDEH." Buff said, the sticker on his hat falling off suddenly. Bending down with a grunt, he picked it up and reapplied it. "THERE AIN'T ENOUGH HUHS AND PUSHUPS YOU CAN TRY TO DO TO BE TO ANYTHING LIKE I AM EVEN TO IF YOU WANT TO BE LIKE I AM."
"I DON'T HAVE TO POO ANYWAY LIKE YOU BECAUSE I'M THE SOON-TO-BE CHAMPION CHAMPION AND YOU DON'T KNOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M CAPLE OF," Botch said, beginning to flex. "JUST OOK AT MY BACK. MY BACK CAN EVER BE TOO BIG. BUT YOU'RE JUST LIKE THIS STUPID REDDICKS. YOU'VE ALL GOT SOME FAAAAAAAAAT ASSES."
Buff started flexing too in response and it quickly turned into a contest between the two. Chane and Staph continued watching in shock, wondering who would injure themselves first.
