In the ring, they stumble, buoyed by gas,
Belly laughs echo, as they grasp for the ropes,
With munchies on their minds, they start the brawl,
Their moves are wobbly, like a jellyfish dance,
A twist, a turn, they forget their own names,
In this THC haze, the crowd can’t help but cheer.
Round one begins, but the wrestlers just giggle,
Headlocks turn into hugs, what’s the rush, man?
One tries a suplex but lands like a sack,
The referee’s snoring, dreaming of snacks,
While a popcorn bucket rolls into the fray,
And they scrumble for kernels, forgetting the match.
Round two ignites with a splattering flurry,
A stoned competitor claims, “I am a taco!”
His opponent responds, “Nah, bro, you’re nachos!”
The clap of their palms sounds like thunderous cheer,
But all that they really want is a slice of pie,
As the bell tolls loudly, they think, “Who won that thing?”
Last round approaches, the tension’s ridiculous,
One falls to the ground, laughing like a fool,
The other forgets why he even came here,
The referee wakes up, not quite sure what’s what,
As both rivals share a frosty, cold drink,
Unified in giggles, waving white flags of peace.
As they wobble and sway, the audience roars,
“Let’s crown both champions, why fight over gold?”
They reach for the belt, a bloated burrito,
With the munchies overwhelming, it all feels so right,
The whole tournament ends in a taco truck feast,
While they drag their sore limbs, healing in bliss.
So remember this tale of the wrestlers who played,
In a tournament hazy, where laughter reigned bright,
In a ring filled with joy, and a whole lot of love,
No losers here, just a haze and a smile,
For when stoned warriors unite in delight,
The truest victory’s sharing: let’s eat, then ignite!
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