* The crowd starts to cuckle at the match they just heard. Two drunks...drink, can you get more ridiculous? And i thst wasn't enough....ITS FOR A DRUNK TITLE!*


King: OH BOY! Look how much beer there is!


Jr: Your not kidding, King. Gallons upon gallons of it!


Tazz: Hey, and dont you be surprised if dey drink it all!!!


MC: well...you gotta be a pretty sick person to drink all those kegs.


Tazz: What do you think dey are?


*Then an all to familiar voice bellows on the PA*


ITS TIME....ITS TIME....IT JAGER TIIIIIIIM!*hiccup*


*Jager's music plays as he crowd bursts in histerical laughter. Apparently he decided he was a biker today, as he came out on a motorcycle and a leather jacket.*





Jager: GER-ME DAT DrrrrUNK TITIE...I MEAN TITLE!


*Jager swirves down the ramp on his cycle, scraping the barricades on his way down. He eventually slams the bike into the turnbuckle and he flops off. The crowd then bursts in laughter at the drunken titan. Jager shaes his head and grabs the apron for leverage, he then loses balance and falls right on his ass! Now the crowd bursts into an uncontrollable current of laughter, as Jager is finally able to get back to his feet. He walks around the ring and sees the kegs. His bloodshot, intoxicated eyes pop open wide, and he starts to drool.*


Jager: AW....BABBY....BERBY...BABY! LOOK AT ALL THART THUR BEUR! I GORNER DRANK YOU ALLZ AND DER AINT NURTIN THART PENGUIN CAN DO ABOUT IT!!!!


*Jger rests his head on the keg in comfort as the crowd continues to giggle. But then....*