"I dont care" Batista replies "give me the pocket"
"oh," John Sighs "well ok. But think about what will happen if you fall out. Im sure there would be a heap of disgusting fans who would love to get a batista action figure, let alone the real thing."
Dave is unwavering
"Even worse think about all the people on the roster who hate how you've gone so far in such a short time"
"I dont care" Batista repeats "I'm not touching your or any other persons 'beast, but i have to choose somewhere so I am staying with pocket."
"fine" john shakes his shoulders.
Batista once again travels, but this time is lifted towards the giant face of John cena. Beneath his hat, johns eyes stare directly into him. He his blasted with a hurricane of warm air that reeks like spicy food,
"Fine...hope you have fun in there. Because afterwards, if you survive the match, we're going to have a little fight between the two of us. That is of course if you behave yourself because otherwise I might make it a handicap against you."
John hocks up a ball of phlegm and spit and covers the tiny wrestler in his sticky byproduct.
Batista travels down the expanse of john, being 'accidently' slammed into the giants hairy armpit. The fist hovers just infront of the chain gang boxers which rise above the shorts as the other massive hand opens up the tight pocket in the back of the pants.
Batista is dropped in, and slammed face first into the wall of warm fabric which travels slightl into the crevasse of Johns man mountain glutes.
John gives a firm squeeze, pushing batista further into the crack. A foul stench wafts over batista as a day's worth of eating is reaching its destination point. John bends over, trapping the poor man.
"Now my friend" John booms "Our match isnt on for a while so i figure I have to kill time."
John sits his hulking frame down, putting pressure on the small man. Batista pushes the side wall of the pocket to the valley between the cheeks to relieve the pressure bearing down on him.
John feels this movement down below. "NOT THE BEST IDEA" John laughs, he lifts his mammoth leg to the side and expells a powerful burst of fart onto batista. the cheek returns to its resting place, trapping Batista in what was once a cave of relief, but now a tomb of stench torture.
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