Posted at 4:06 am on Apr 3, 2016 by:
Staphany McMahon
I SMELL LIKE CRAP.
"That's enough, Buff!" Staphany said suddenly, her voice extra screechy.
"IT'S NEVER IT'S BUFF WIT ENOUGH," Buff said, stomping angrily in the ring, sending splashes of crushed crab shit flying through the air. "I CAN PROBABLY MIGHT WILL BEAT PUFFY FOR DA IF SOON-TO-BE TO CHUMPION CHUMPIONSHIP AND THEN YOU'LL HAVE TO IF CALL ME DADDEH."
"HUH? YOU CAN CLAW ME DADDY WHILE SUCKING MY CLIT," Botch said, licking hungrily at the splatters of crab shit on his face. "YOU'LL NETHER WIN MY TITTY AT CW IS CWF, FLUFF. NO ONE IN THIS CUM BUNNY CAN BEAT ME OFF."
"Both of you, shut up!" Staphany said, her crabs shivering with each screech. "Buff, I won't have you speaking to the Soon-To-Be Champion Champion like this! I CALL THE SHOTS AROUND HERE, NOT YOU!"
Still on the mat, Chane plugged his ears with crab shit, knowing Staph was only getting started.
"Now Botch is happy to face anyone who challenges him," Staph said, winking his way, though he was too busy digging up his nose to pry loose a stray crab to notice. "There's a reason why fans view him as the face of this company and it's all thanks to Chane and I! SO IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE BIG POPPA HUH?, YOU CAN TALK TO ME!"
