Face full of piss

[Backyard Brawler//Proeliator]

Metal Dragon had run off after pissing on Proeliator's ragged visage and he began to ponder his existence. He stood up and walked to the corner of the street and jumped in front of a bus. The bus screeches and slides sideways and tips over, causing a traffic jam.

Why am I even here! I'm not supposed to be here today! God help me! I need a hero!

Metal Dragon hears Proeliators screams and sees the carnage from the bus flipping and takes pity on him and walks over.

It was a prank bro! I'll give you $30 if you can fondle my balls

Proeliator ponders for a moment, but declines gracefully

Why don't we start a tag team?

TBC

[Metal Dragon]

"Meh."

The Salty Southerner looks into the distance, as if about to say something extremely thought-provoking after urinating on a homeless man, a perfect encapsulation of 21st century American neoliberalism.

"Who the fuck still watches wrestling?"

Proeliator looks dejected for a moment, but then MD continues talking.

"Sure, let's tag."

TBC

[Backyard Brawler//Proeliator]

Proeliator with a gleam in his eye has new vigor and is now obviously erect. He walks over and attempts to give MD a hug but is instead given a firm handshake.

"Your third arm ain't touching me." Metal Dragon turns around and grabs a cigarette and lights it. Proeliator smacks the smoke out of his mouth.

"Smokers are jokers"

TBC

[Metal Dragon]

"Okay, but you're the one who's covered in pee trying to hug me."

TBC

[Backyard Brawler//Proeliator]

"I guess you're right. To the YMCA to get a shower it is!"

Proeliator sprints off into the distance to cleanse himself from piss

[Metal Dragon]

MD acknowledges Pro's statement, recognizing that it is indeed fun to stay at the YMCA.

[Backyard Brawler//Proeliator]

After getting a quick shower Proeliator returns.

"Can you buy me a sandwich? I haven't eaten in 3 days"