In the ring, where laughter reigns supreme,
Wrestlers tumble like leaves in a breeze.
Each grappling move is a giggly theme,
With eyes like saucers, they’re lost in the tease.
High on THC, they forget how to fight,
But landing on mats brings them pure delight.
The announcer, a stoner with snacks in hand,
Yells, “Next up, we got Stoney versus Blaze!”
In a dance-off pose, they both take a stand,
Then giggle and tumble in a haze of daze.
They forgot to wrestle, just want to embrace,
While the crowd shouts, “Dude, this is the place!”
With a chokehold so soft it could pass for a hug,
Blaze whispers sweet nothings, “You taste like a dream,”
Stoney just laughs and gives him a shrug,
As they roll on the mat, lost in each other’s gleam.
Referee’s eyes are glazed, he can’t call it right,
Should I stop this dance, or just turn off the light?
The final round looms, everyone’s in a trance,
Contestants attempt to stand tall like a tree.
But soon they’re entwined in a raucous romance,
Like two wobbly saplings that just can’t agree.
The clock ticks to zero; they’re stuck in a knot,
Both grinning, they whisper, “Dude, this is hot!”
When the smoke clears, there’s no single winner,
Just laughter and munchies—a hefty supply.
The audience cheers, “What a wild spinner!”
And the trophy’s a bong that’s as big as the sky.
“Time for round two!” the announcer grins wide,
As they all tumble back for the next blissful ride.
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