ITS TIME!....ITS TIME!....ITS JAGER TIME..TIME...TIMME...TIME! *hiccup*

*The fans hear that phrase blst on the PA. They are confused, thery were expecting another exciting match. Suddenly music plays on the speakers, as they see a big, drunken, and masked man stumble out of the entance. He stumbles about carrying a bottle of beer. He starts rambling in anger a the crowd as he makes his way down to the ring. As he walks to the apron his trips and his face slams into the turnbuckle. He shakes his head and hiccups as he amazingly gets into the ring. He pushes Lilian out of thge way and grabs the mic.*



Jager: EEEEEEEEH! MY NAAAAMES JAGER! *hiccup* And I arm hur ta tell youz dat I am gorna be yer next PEE DUBYA DRRUNK CHAMPIONEE!

JR: OH GREAT! Another one of these drunks...

King: i can smell him all the way from here.

Jager: WELL, lemmer tell ya sumtin...Stoned dranked sturv ASSTIN! You not a true americano drunk....JAGER ARE THE DRUNKEREST! And only Jager shuld gert ye drunk title. So when I land der JAGER BOMB on yur penguin ass...ill pin you and be better en yoooooou!

*Jager raises his hand in victory spilling his beer all over his face. Completly oblivious to him spilling his beer, he goes to drink it. And its empty.*

Jager: WHAT DER HELL! *looks in bottle* MY BEER LIQUIDS GONE! GOD DERMIT ASSTIN...YOUZ STOLE MY BEER?!?!?!?! THARZ IT IM GNNA BEAT YO FACE AND GET YO SEXY WIFE BEBRA! *a few people in the crowd vomit at the thought of Bebra*. So wat you say cowboy, you wanna get hogtied by der best drunk in Anarctica...maybe....*hiccup*