By that time Red Spyder's anger rose to dramatic heights!!! even his eyes turned a crimson red, very similar to Hra'gad's deadly crimson eyes, and in a quick slash of his Monster Beef.... Red managed to slice off the semi-transparent hand of Hra'gad off and escape!! Red Spyder did not care about Hra'gad or the title... but of his son!!! and he darted at Darkspade with his monster beef whipping around like a helicopter blade chopping up everything in its path from tables to the wrestling ring itself!!!! but by the time Red Spyder got very close to Darkspade.... Darkspade laughed and disappeared into a portal, along with Red's son, created by the Unholy Darkness- Red lost track of Darkspade's energy signature.... Angel then whimpered as she tried to rise from off of the ground along with F'ein Dacor trying to comfort her by giving her kisses with its elapsed labia lips.... and by that time, Charon finally reached the room to see Hra'gad disappeared with the Absolute Undisputed title.

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Back to the Alternate Future..... On MAD! The arena was set up for CreatureMania XXVIII: Premium Beef- even though that the number was really CreatureMania XV but who is counting anymore by this time?!!! However, the challenge still needed to be issued to the current Absolute Undisputed Champion: King Chane McMahon! So for days, which turned into an almost year because Botch kept falling asleep, the challenge was issued to the Champion... and then finally, Chane McMahon answered the call and to appear on the first MAD in the past decade, ever since the show was ruined and cancelled.

Suddenly... Alexander Arcane's creature tron lights up!!!!!

Alex frantically shook the microphone, trying to remove the crab, before yelling, "Get OFF!" Since the crab came from Staphanie and shared her mind, it translated 'get off' as an order to masturbate. Moving a pincer down to its tiny crab slit, it started rubbing itself, dripping crab juice all over the mic. Disgusted, Alex tossed the mic out of the ring before the juice could touch him and retrieved a new, crab-free mic. Clearing his throat, Alex began again with, "Now, as I was trying to say before I was rudely interrupted, please allow me to introduce..." More crabs appeared, this time crawling up the edges of the long table to the top where the contract was. There were at least a dozen crabs this time, each fitted with their own pair of Staphanie's boobs. Some of them started masturbating on the contract itself, staining the pages with crab juice. There was an occasional spurt of juice that shot away from the crabs' love tunnels, forcing Alex to step back to avoid being hit. Though he hadn't been called yet, Botch Recliner took this as his cue to walk out. Of the arena. After seeing the crabs on a TV screen backstage, he thought Alex was at a buffet and decided to join him. He walked around the city for six months before realizing that the only restaurants open were run by clones. Since none of the clones wanted his room numb, he returned to the arena. By now, the crabs had flooded the ring with juice as their numbers grew. Alex sat on the top turnbuckle, a plastic bag in his hands containing the contract, which he managed to rescue before the crabs could completely ruin it. Attracted by the smell of the crabs that had filled the arena, Botch finally made his way out to the stage. Of course, it took him another six months to walk to the ring. Three of those months involved him trying to tie his boot after noticing it'd come untied. When he finally got into the ring, he immediately slipped in crab juice and fell face first into a pile of crab shit. "HUH? OWWWWWWWWW!"

Suddenly.....

The crab covered CreatureTron illuminated with King Chane's entrance!! all of the Chane and Staphanie McMahon cloned fans cheered as King Chane was lifted up on a platform by 4 topless Staphanie McMahon clones lifting it squishing and crushing the spread of crabs which littered the rampway down! And around Chane's waist was the glistening Absolute Undisputed title belt!!! Once King Chane reached the ring, the Staphanies lowered the platform down by carefully squatting straight downward- the position instantely opened her already loosened vagina duct wider than usual and a river of crabs flowed out without end.... King Chane was helped by several Chanes and lead to the crab covered steel steps. Alex was still trying to wack and push through the thicket of crabs to hardly reach the table...... and Botch was peeing heavily on top of the plantation of crabs seeing if they would sprout out into weed so he could get high off of them. Finally, FINALLY after 50 moon cycles later, King Chane, Alex and Botch reach their respected sides of the long table where the contract now lies.... King Chane grabs the mic, waves it to fly off the crabs setting up a crab mobile home park on it for their young crab families, and addresses for the first time the challenge to his precious Staphanie and of course his belt. King Chane: ........ **stares at Botch kissing his peeks and farting out diarrhea onto the crabs like manure** HA HA HA HA HA HA. You must be kidding right? You do realize WHO... or better what..... *points to all of the clones of himself* I AM???? Well... DO YOU?!

Botch stumbles over the mic thinking it was a dildo and sticks it into his mouth to speak

Botch stared at Chane and sucked on the microphone for nine days before Alex got tired of waiting and grabbed the mic himself, holding it for the Soon-To-Be Champion. "HUH? WELL YOU SEE CHANG, EVERY BUTT KNOWS, WANTS TO KNOW... WHY DO YOU FUCK YOUR SISTER! I KNOWS SHE'S A TWO DOLLAR HORSE, BUT THAT'S DISCUSSING! QUIT FUCKING STAPHNY BEFORE YOUR PANINI FALLS OFF! NOT THAT IT MATTERS BECUSS I'M ONE HUNTER FIFTH PERCENT BETTER THAN YOU! SO IF YOU COMPARE OUR PANINI SIZES, COMPARE YOUR FIFTH PERCENT TO MY TWO HUNTER PERCENT, I HAVE A FIVE HUNTER PERCENT CHANCE OF WHINING! AND THEM I'LL BE THE ONE AND ONLY CHUMP OF EFC!" By now, Alex's hand, as well as the mic, was covered in Botch's spit. Before anyone else could speak, Botch leaned in to Alex to whisper, though everyone could still hear it even without the mic. "HUH? BOSS, I NEED TO SHIT! CAN I?!"

Alex just stood there... even reverted back to his original form!!!

Chane lowered the mic- that was when Botch was loading up for another whizz when all of a sudden from out of nowhere a dozen of naked Staphanie McMahons storm into the ring- first pushing Alex to the side- and they took turns bouncing Botch back and forth with their massive tits..... King Chane took off his urine soaked coat and pants and then signaled for the Staphs to throw Botch into his way... Chane did a jig and then laid in some weak punches that didn't even hurt a crab but to Chane he actually thought he was harming Botch!!!!

Botch dozed off while Chane delivered his 'punches'. Letting out a loud snore and an even louder fart, he grabbed Chane and spun him around for a release German suplex, tossing him into the group of Staphanies. Crabs scattered everywhere upon impact. "HUH? YOU DON'T KNOW ME AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF!" One of the Staph clones that didn't go down queefed out an explosion of crabs before marching up to Botch and slapping him across the face. Staph actually had no clue that it would wake him up, but it did. "HUH? YOU WON MY ROOM NUMB, BABY?" Realized that the clone was nude, Botch proceeded to grope her tits, squeezing until crab juice and pus squirted out into his eye. With an "OWWWWWWWWW!", he shoved Staph backwards into the other recovering Staphs and Chane. Falling to the mat, he rolled around in pain for nine days. Fortunately for him, his steroids fought off any infection that might have formed in his eye. As Botch was trying to stand up, already two weeks into the maneuver, he was knocked back down when Chane somehow jumped into the ring all the way from the commentary table to elbow drop Botch in his peaks. It took nine more days for Botch to even realize what had happened, acknowledging the elbow with another "OWWWWWWWWW!" Since it seemed like Botch would take at least three months to figure out how to stand up again, Alex decided it was time to intervene. Signaling with his hand, Buff Fagwell ran out to the fallen Botch and gave CPR to his micro penis, having to stop every few seconds to spit out a mouthful of piss. It wasn't exactly what Alex had in mind, but it worked and soon, Botch was back to his feet and horny. Chane, now wearing a crown of crabs, noticed Botch had returned to his feet and stopped signing autographs for his sister's clones. Doing another jig, he swung his fists wildly at Botch and Buff, causing zero damage. While Buff stroked Botch's micro penis for him, he stared at the still 'attacking' Chane. "HUH? SHINE MY SUES! AFTER I LOSE TO ME, I'M GONG TO FUCK MY SISTER WHILE WHALING YOUR TITTY!"

Thirty-three years had passed, even longer than the entire existence of CreatureWrestling! Chane was still swinging softer than air at Botch... until Fagwell barfed which left a sweet scent that ended up luring Goldyke out thinking it was cake....... AND LITRERALY ROLLED DOWN THE 10 MILE RAMP TO GET TO THE RING!!! Alexander was in awe, again, as Goldy sniffed the shit gas and got high off of it! Goldy felt a rumble in her tum tum which went on for days until finally she bent over, in-front of Alex, and LET GO HER CAVERNOUS LOAD OF FARTS THAT ENDED UP MAKING THE ENTIRE RING SHAKE!!! THE VIBRATION OF THE FARTS EVEN BROKE THE TIME AND SPACE BARRIER AND A RIPPLE SUCKED EVERYONE END AND STARTED BACK WHERE THEY WERE THIRTY-THREE YEARS AGO!!!!

Botch seemed unaffected, and unaware of everything, and continued to piss like a sprinkler until Alex had to take out a twizeer and snip the tip of Botch's micropenis clad shut to stop the piss...... FINALLY Alex grabs the sticky mic off of the floor and holds his hands out as he screamed at everyone....

Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at Alex like Botch would say "HUH!?".... Alex took this moment to quickly roll out of the ring and walk backwards away from the insanity in the ring....... and that was when Botch fell asleep and as Chane turned to address Botch.... Botch lifts Chane up so high that Chane looked like a raggy doll until Botch slammed him so hard to the mat that the entire piss stained ring shook!!!! Chane's battered and broken body was twitching from the impact in the ring but Botch answered with nothing but snoozes and piss dripping from his peeks. Alex and everyone watching were in shock and that was when at the top of the ramp emerged Triple Nose along with Staphanie McMahon!!!!! Alex looked behind him and then in-front of him.... he knew he was in-between something aweful!!!!

Alexander braced himself for the inevitable screeching as Staphanie reached deep in Triple Nose's nose for a microphone. Queefing into the microphone several times to test it, she raised it to her herpes lips and said, "Who do you THINK YOU ARE? My amazing, sexy brother was kind enough to accept your challenge AND YOU REPAY HIM BY BEATING HIM DOWN?" Her anger caused a fresh stream of crabs to pour from her rotten vagina. Triple Nose was getting a good whiff of the poisonous gasses accompanying the crabs, but he ignored it. He was too busy glaring down the 10 mile ramp at Alex and Botch, shaking and sweating with anger at the abuse of his brother-in-law. Or was it just the steroid abuse? "And YOU BOTCH! Chane and I MADE YOU! You'd be SOMETHING IF IT WASN'T FOR US! So instead you SIDE WITH ALEX ARCANE?" A rather large crab fell out of her vagina as she screeched out those last few words. Botch, now awake again, was too busy trying to pop a giant zit on his ass to hear anything being said. After three months, Buff Fagwell farted over and bent down to suck on the zit, finally causing it to pop, right into his mouth. "HUH? I'M HANGRY!" Dropping his tights to his ankles rather than pulling them back up over his ass, Botch shuffled forward until he tripped over Chane, who was still twitching on the mat. "OWWWWWWWWW!" Smirking, Staph led Triple Nose down the ramp, though it was a slow process due to his most recent quad surgery. Alex had time to leave for a full vacation on one of his many cruise ships. When he returned, Staph and Triple Nose were almost to the spot where he'd last been standing. He began to slowly retreat to the ring where Botch and Chane still lay on the mat. Buff and Goldy were busy examining Botch's body for more zits to eat, fighting over any fresh ones they came across. Pulling her mouth off of Triple Nose's nose, which she'd been sucking like a penis, she pulled the mic out of her ass and said, "There's nowhere YOU CAN RUN OR HIDE, ALEX! When we reach you, I'M GOING TO SUCK YOU AND THEN MY HUSBAND'S GOING TO FUCK YOU!"