Posted at 8:45 pm on Apr 21, 2016 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion Champion)
THAT ATROPHY IS YOURS.
Gunjinn's eyes lit up as HUHs filled the arena. He and Botch had quite the history, after all.
Botch Recliner fell through the curtain onto the stage onto his face, his mustard, grease, and piss stained Soon-To-Be Champion Championship slipping out of his hands and disappearing into the crowd. A few hours later, Botch stood up and removed a microphone from his dirty ass crack.
"HUH? I'M GIMPING TO FUCK THAT FAAAAAAAAAT ASS ALL UNDER THIS VAMPYRE GAPER, DIPPER," Botch said, stumbling down the ramp and almost falling over again. "WHERE'S DUMBBELL GRUMP SO I TOUCAN FUCK HIS FAAAAAAAAAT ASS TOO?"
Dropping his mic, right on his foot, Botch let out an OWWWWWWWWW before hopping around on his other foot for another hour.
By the time he finally struggled to get into the ring, it was time for the battle royal's next participant...
