In a gym where the lights were all hazy and dim,
The wrestlers arrived, feeling light and quite grim.
Each one was a master of moves and of flair,
But today they were high—floating free in the air!
First came Big Mike, with a puff and a grin,
He thought he could fly, so he jumped right in.
With a cloud of smoke billowing high to the sky,
He flopped like a fish, and the crowd couldn’t lie!
Next was Sweet Sally, a whirlwind of dreams,
She twirled and she danced, or so it all seems.
But instead of a pin, she just gave him a hug,
And the ref rolled his eyes, “This isn’t a drug rug!”
Then entered the champ, known as Lanky McChill,
He pulled out a snack that he thought was a thrill.
With chips in one hand, and a cola in tow,
He wrestled the urge to just lie down and flow!
The crowd roared with laughter, they cheered and they jeered,
As the wrestlers all tangled, their vision was smeared.
With each awkward grapple, the popcorn flew wide,
“Did he just try to hug him?” the spectators cried!
Unbeknownst to the fighters, the prize was a feast,
A buffet of goodies for the winner, at least.
But all bets were off; the matches grew silly,
As Lanky just sat there, pretending it’s chilly!
So the final round came, with a twist and a roll,
With laughter erupting, they each lost control.
In this stoned wrestling bout, where no one could stand,
They formed a conga line, hand in hand on the sand!
And so ended the tournament, a sight to behold,
A gathering of goofballs, both brave and quite bold.
They left on a high note, a blend of delight,
The stoned wrestling saga, a most whimsical fight!
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