Wraith quickly kicks out and shoves Das Wunderqueer's sack off of him.

Wraith wonders what Das Wunderschnitzel is stuffing his tights with. No doubt that wasn't a meaty dick and manly balls that pinned him to the ground. Wraith thinks perhaps a (very) dirty sock would explain the odor of sweaty feet and hotdog water that nearly caused Wraith to vomit during the pin. If his massive package is a fraud, what else is Das Wunderfuck lying about?

There's no doubt that this man did not pin Wraith by mistake. Wraith could see the lovestruck look in his eyes as he ran his greasy hands up and down Wraiths chest.

Wraith considers outing Das Wunderschnitzel's homosexual tendencies to Finn Kuhn. Wraith thinks at least then this creepo won't become part of the advanced genepool.

Then again, Wraith reconsiders, it's obvious that somebody is screwing with these guys at the Eugenics labs. Wraith thinks that maybe someone there is genetically altering these people to be as stupid and as undesirable as possible. Wraith hopes that this is true, because it means that through science we can slowly breed out idiots like this. Hmm, I wonder if Trump is a product of Eugenics?

Wraith snaps out of his trance and looks around. All of these people standing around, waiting for Wraith to say something.

"You make good attempt at taking title, but today is not the day and you are not the man who will take this belt from me."

Wraith throws the Federweight belt over his shoulder as he walks up to Benny Blowjobs and slips him $100.

"Show Das Wunderschnitzel a good time for his efforts."