In a ring of dreams where the ribbons coil tight,
The wrestlers arrive, with their eyes bloodshot bright.
Grappling with munchies, the chip bags in tow,
They tumble and fumble, yet move far too slow.
One chap in a singlet, his name, Super Marij,
Comes bounding like clouds, all fluffy and large.
He leaped for the pin, but his aim went astray,
Landed face-first in nachos—what a comical display!
Meanwhile, Budzilla, all ripped and so green,
Thought he’d twist his opponent into a screen.
But while trying to choke, he got lost in a glaze,
For the smell of the bud left him all in a daze.
As the crowd roared in laughter, their giggles took flight,
Two grapplers sat down for a smoke break mid-fight.
They declared it a draw—a champion’s two heads,
In this stoned wrestling match, everyone bled … dread!
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