ITS TIME....ITS TIME....ITS JAGER TIIIIIIIIME!

*Those familiar words are uttered, as a fowl stench spreads through the arena. Out of the Creaturetron stumbles the drunken Jager. The drunk champ holds a can of beer in one hand as he wobbles down the ramp, hitting on the repulsed women in the crowd. He gets to the apron and stops as his eyes bulge, and he vomits up on the floor.*

*Kevin grimaces as Jager nears the ECF DP. Mckain slowly puts his hand out for a handshake, but Jager just burps like the oaf he is. Jager then makes his way to Kizmat who rolled the tumbler. A face of sheer anger and disgust is on Kizmats face.*

Jager: HEEEEeeeeeeY YooooO000ooo0ou!!!! Yer der Count Drapula er sumtin? HAR HARR HARR! I'm awrsome at Bingo...

*Kizmat clenches his fist as he starts grinding his teeth. He just kept thinking of snapping Jager's fat neck. But he held back...as Jager took the ball and unfurled the number and handed it to Kevin.*

Jager: G7?!?!?!? BINGOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

*Jager stumbles out of the ring as Kevin scribbles down on the paper.*
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OOC: I choose 61