Posted at 4:08 pm on May 25, 2017 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion)
As soon as Botch hit the mat, he decided it was a good time for another nap, letting out a snore rather than counting. He snored for several more days before Staph's screeching woke him up. She still had Goldy firmly pinned down with her crab hole. Goldy seemed to be conscious, but she made no attempt to kick out, slurping out the crabs straight from the source.
Of course Botch couldn't even count backwards to three and soon he was in the thousands. This went on for years, well past CreatureMania XXVIII. When he finally grew bored with counting, he stood up and went into the corner of the ring to pee. By now, everyone else in the arena was dead, their skeletons silently staring at the ring, not that he noticed.
Livid, Staph climbed off of Goldy with a wet plop and stomped over to Botch for some more screeching. "You IDIOT! Can't you do ANYTHING RIGHT? All you had to do was COUNT TO THREE! Why is that SO DIFFICULT FOR YOU?"
Botch still wasn't listening, though he started turning around. Still peeing, he ended up peeing all over her tits. Screaming now, Staph started flailing and ended up causing his peaks to get stuck between her tits.
They both fell back and Botch landed on top of both Staph and Goldy. His penis was in Goldy's mouth, filling it with lemonade to help wash down the crabs, and his mouth was on Staph's nipple, causing crab milk to squirt out.
Looking up after another century, now sporting a crab milk mustache, Botch finally remembered what he was supposed to be doing.
Botch didn't realize what he'd just done, but Staph did. Throwing him off of her, she rose to her feet, ready to kill him. Before she could however, Goldy rose to her feet, piss and crab legs dribbling down her chins. Opening her mouth wide, she let out the loudest, smelliest burp ever, creating winds worse than that of a hurricane in the process. The force of the burp not only knocked the bleach right out of Botch's hair and beard, it broke the barriers of time and sent all three of them back to CreatureMania XIV.
The puke soaked crowd, no longer skeletons, stared in awe at the ring. No one had any explanation for what had just occurred.
Announcer: "The winner of this match and the new CW Women's Champion... Botch Recliner...?"
Botch was handed the Women's belt along with his paper plate belt, though he still didn't understand why and ended up rubbing his still exposed and peeing penis between both of them. Staph was shaking with anger still, but Goldy stopped her from doing anything again and shoved her right out of the ring into the puke swamp. Pouncing the new Women's champion, Goldy began to grind her rolls of fats against his micro penis. Her giant tits rested on his face, not that anyone was worried about the lack of oxygen killing any of Botch's brain cells.
"TEEHEE! NOW I'M FUCKING A CHAMPION LIKE A REAL RING RAT!"