(08-11-2022, 03:39 PM)Jenny Myst Said:

(08-11-2022, 03:37 PM)Bobby Bourbon Said: Still keeping pace with Charlie and exchanging pleasantries on the way to the booth, Bobby speaks.

Well, Charlie, the Wisconsin Grand Wild Fishing annual wrestling tournament helps the group raise funds to repair boats, buy new equipment, and pay for their quarterly trips to take the blind fishing. You can lead a horse to water, but if you teach a man to fish, as the old saying goes.

Charlie looks rightly baffled by Bobby just throwing word salad out there without a thought.

Well, chum, I think you're here at your destination to opt in for the Crappie Cup. You know what? Charlie, I'm opting into the Crappie Cup too. Count me in.

Nice. 

I'll make cookies for the entire XWF roster to have. Oatmeal Raisin and Chocolate Chip only. I am sure watching you two embarrass yourselves and this entire company on a national inter-federation level will make people hungry something fierce!

Charlie laughs under his breath at Jenny, for admitting that she will never get a chance at the big one. Meanwhile, the gruff old men behind the booth grunts to himself as he throws three bags of mysterious wrestling supplies to the three XWF athletes in front of the sign up booth.

Yer all in? Fine by me! Poory Schitts is going to eat you all for breakfast, like a crappie-and-egg sandwich! Now get yer move on, this booth is for opt ins only, and you three have already all opted in!

Charlie looks to Bobby and shrugs before cradling his wrestling supplies close to his chest and jogging off across the pond with his fellow bastard, leaping over toadfrogs and daddy short legs spiders galore en route to this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be crowned the CRAPPIEST wrestler in the entire pro-fishing pro-wrestling Wisconsinite subniche! 

Hey Bobby, what do you think are in these weird bags anyways?