In a ring of dreams where the munchies reign,
The wrestlers arise, each with a puff and a gain.
With bongs in their hands and a twinkle in eyes,
They stumble to the mat, oh what a surprise!
First up is Chuck, with his tie-dyed attire,
Claiming he's ready but lost in desire.
He grapples with Gert, who’s just here for the snacks,
While munching on chips, he forgets all the attacks.
The crowd is a chorus of giggles and grins,
As they cheer for the wrestlers, all high on wins.
"Pin him!" they holler, but wait—what's that smell?
Just Chuck’s infused brownies, oh life is so swell!
Gert’s trying to focus, but who can blame him?
His thoughts take a journey, far out on a whim.
He’s wrestling with clouds, riding waves in his mind,
As his victory hopes drift right out of his bind.
The referee’s baffled, just counting to ten,
While the wrestlers are lost in a haze with their zen.
“Time out!” yells one, as he reaches for fries,
A suspiciously slick move under stony skies.
When the final bell tolls, what chaos prevails!
The champions unite, their oddness entails.
With high-fives and grins, they forget all the score,
And dance in slow motion, “Let’s wrestle once more!”
So here's to the grapplers, both silly and sweet,
Who floated through chaos on cushy retreat.
In the annals of tournaments, this one’s a gem,
The Great THC Grapple—where stoned is the hem!
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