Big Preesh fnds himself walking through the parking lot of a local Wal-Mart after escaping the clutches of Bam Miller. He keeps his XWF Xtreme Championship close to him as he looks around making sure no referee or anyone is trying to sneak him into the parking lot. As he gets closer to his car his attention gets adverted by a plate of Italian spaghetti, he looks around for any trickery before approaching the plate and observing it.

Big Preesh: Well don't you look heavenly.

A little bit of drool comes out the corner of his mouth as he takes in the moment before diving face first into the plate as if it was a set of tits. As he digs into the plate Bam Miller sneaks up behind him tossing a Brick in the air and catching it in his hand  as he stares a hole in the back of Big Preesh head.

Bam Miller: Paybacks a bitch!

After the words leave his mouth, Bam slams the brick into the back of Big Preesh head. The impact of the Brick sends him sleeping into his plate of spaghetti and Bam looks at him with disgust.

Bam Miller: What a waste.

Bam shake his head as he puts his boot on top of Big Preesh and a referee comes out of the shadows to make the count.


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2...

"UUUUnnnhhhh..."


Big Preesh, totally out cold, groans as Bam Miller drools all over him AND his spaghetti. But there was something Bam didn't plan on happening deep inside Preesh's bowels.







Eye-Talian food gives Preesh major gas!

The release of flatulence registers on the freakin' Richter Scale and launches Bam Miller off in a cloud of noxious fumes. Bam is reduced to gagging and choking and claawing at his eyes, because this stuff is like tear gas, man.

Luckily for Preesh, his colon KICKED OUT for him!!!