In a ring where the wrestlers are feeling quite mellow,
They stumble and tumble, their moves soft as feathers,
Each grapple’s a giggle, each hold’s an endeavor,
With munchies and laughter, they're liking each other,
“Dude, did I pin you?” “Nah, bro, that's totally clever!”
In this smoke-filled arena, they float like a breeze.
As the bell rings they cheer, not quite sure who’s winning,
The ref just can’t tell; they’re all spaced out and grinning,
One guy tries a suplex, but trips on a weed bag,
“Bro, wait, is it my turn?” “Dude, chill; don’t be a drag!”
They roll with the punches, sharing snacks that they’re
bringing,
In dreams of nachos, they find their true glee.
A body slam sends popcorn flying like confetti,
“Not the cheese puffs, please! Man, I'm getting unsteady!”
They wrestle like dreamers, lost in a soft daze,
“Did we just win or lose this absolutely epic phase?”
As they tussle through giggles, they all just feel ready,
To take a break now, and savor the spree.
The crowd's loud in laughter, they can hardly believe,
How these high wrestlers spar without a reprieve.
“Let’s get back in here! I can’t stay out of the game,”
“I thought we were high-fiving!” “Nah, bro, it’s this frame.”
They fall into a pile, like leaves falling off trees,
With dreams of the titles that float in the air.
By the end of the night, there’s a champion’s chant,
But who’s counting the votes when you’re smoking a plant?
“We’ll split it four ways for the vibes and the cheer,”
“To the stoner champions! Let’s pass the good beer!”
In this ring of their hearts, they forever enchant,
As legends of laughter, where no one sees clear.
So remember this tale of the THC wrestlers,
Who grappled with giggles, their highs made them vessels,
Of joy in the chaos, peace in their plight,
Where victory’s laughter outshone every fight.
In the end, what a riot, the best of all wrestlers—
Embrace life’s wild ride; let the good times feel right!
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