>>4938421God just imagine being in the lockerroom when this happened. Batista, Triple H, and Perc come back looking like they went swimming, hell you could smell them before they even walked in they're so sweaty. You go to shake their hands and thank them for drawing the house as your trainers and your hand is soaked. You take a whiff and it's a nice mixture of Triple H's masculine musk, Batista's filipino spice, and Angle's pittsburgh stench. Triple H starts taking his clothes off to get into something less odorous. "Oh my god, I feel 20 pounds lighter" he says, taking off his Brooks Brothers shirt dripping with his salty sweat. "Man, I shouldn't have eaten those bean and cheese burritos in catering" Kurt says with a burp "I have some serious mud butt". He takes off his belt and drops trow to show the boys the dirt bike tracks in his Hanes. "Mmmm, I think new guy here needs a whiff" Batista grunts as he holds you down on one of the benches. "Oh man, this is gonna be brutal! Kurt hasn't shat his undies this badly since Shane McMahon dropped him on his head!" Triple H says as he positions himself near Kurt's ever-approaching ass, possibly to catch a whiff of his own. You could hardly remember what the smell was like though, the whole night was a blur between the 3 of them farting on your face and making you smell their dirty assholes.
