Posted at 6:48 am on Apr 3, 2016 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion Champion)
I'M HUNGRY. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT MY STOMACH'S CAPLE OF.
"HUH? I'LL FUCK YOU ANYPLACE, ANYWHERE, FATSWELL," Botch said, eying Staph's puppies as well. "THE QUEST IS, AM I MAN SNOT TO FACE ME NOW THAT I'VE EXCHANGED MY CHALLENGE?"
"I DON'T TO THINK YOU'RE MAN IF ENOUGH TO FACE TO DA PUFF DADDEH," Botch said, suddenly grabbing and squeezing Staph's puppies. Staph unintentionally squealed with joy as her tits began to leak through her top into Buff's hands. "MAYBE IF I SHOULD TO JUST FACE AND THESE JUICY TO TATER TOTS."
Botch's eyes widened and stumbled over his own feet, bumping into Buff. Because Buff was equally uncoordinated, he stumbled as well and fell right out of the ring. This gave Botch the chance to grab Staphany's puppies himself, squeezing them until the implants almost exploded.
"HUH? OW," Botch said, looking down at his milk-covered hands before going in for another squeeze. "DAMN BABY, WHY DO YOU BRINK THOSE TITLES TO MY DOOM LATER LAST NIGHT?"
Chane, his jealousy at an all time high, shoved Botch out of the way too to give Staph's puppies his own squeeze filled with brotherly love.
