See I knew something was asunder the first time I wrestled Michaela. She weighed like 80 pounds or so last summer. She didn’t even wrestle back then. She had served as the baton in the marching band. Suddenly, when she comes to grapple with me, she is all chiseled and carrying a hefty 101 pounds. Pretty fishy if you ask me. Not saying that’s she using steroids, but I ain’t thinking BALCO gives you free pens and beer cozies for NOT using their products.

 

Now I was in the best shape of my life for the championship title match. For the first minute or so, I had the match well in hand. Then I got screwed. See Mr. Hutchinson (Michaela’s pa) distracted the ref about the 1:30 mark. When the ref turned his head, BAMM I get hit plum on the noggin’ by a steel chair from Mrs. Hutchinson (Michaela’s ma). Course I was dazed after that their chair, but I have the heart of a champion beating in my chest, so I pick myself off the mat. No sooner than I get up, though, then Michaela hits me with some brass knuckles that her brother Zeb had slipped her during the previous distraction. They tell me I tapped out, but how the heck does an unconscious feller tap out? Must have been crooked refereeing as well.

 

If Michaela had beat me fair and square, I’d be the first to shake her hand. But there was shenanigans going on in that there match. Michaela, if you’re reading this, I challenge you to be a man and meet me in the steel cage for a rematch! See if you can git r’ done without your cheating flesh and blood there to help!!!

 

Natural supplements my ass!