Sasha Banks: Sasha’s got gas
***WARNING*** This story mentions flatulence, a lot. If you are put off by that kind of thing pelase do not read.
Sasha Banks had spoken many times, strangely enough about
her penchant for farting. It came up enough times that it became obvious that
it was something that she thought about a lot. Her opponents and those in the
locker room could confirm this. Sasha’s smelly farts, it turned out was
something that everyone knew a lot about. In fact, some of her colleagues
actually contacted Mr. G. complaining about Sasha stinking up the locker room.
He began getting messages from other wrestlers under a hashtag known as Sasha
stinks.
He decided that she had to be invited on the show to discuss
her issues. When he welcomed her to the stage, she smiled, but looked very
nervous. They then sat down on the couches to have a chat. He welcomed her to
the show. “It’s great to be here,” she said. She looked out to the audience and
gave a worried look. “I know you may be familiar with our show, but we brought
you on here today to discuss something a little different.” “Ok,” she said,
straining her face, looking worried and curious. “There is a very delicate
subject that we wanted to bring up with you. I don’t know quite how to put
this. Well, it’s your farting,” he said. Her eyes widened and she laughed. “Excuse
me,” she said. “You’re gas issue,” he repeated. “Oh my God. I can’t believe
this,” she said, blushing, burying her face in her hands. “We hear that this is
a major issue for you.” “My God, no,” she said. “Oh come on Sasha,” he said. “Ok,
yes,” she admitted. “I fart a lot, so what? Everyone farts don’t they? This is
so embarrassing. I can’t believe that I am on national television discussing my
farting habits.” “Well, you are the queen of farts. You fart like no one else.”
“I am not sure that is a compliment,” she responded.
“Listen, we even created a new theme song for you. Check
this out,” he said. “Oh no,” she said, blushing as a video came on the big
screen. It started to play a video with a parody of Sir Mix A lot’s song Baby
got back. Some of the lyrics went like this. “Her match is only starting, but
Sasha has started farting. She’s gassy, gassy and it’s coming out her assy.
Sasha’s got gas. Sasha’s got gas. Her gas is loud, big and juicy. No matter
where so goes, she always has to blow. Sasha’s got gas. No one wants to tell
her, but everyone can smell her. Sasha’s got gas.” It was accompanied by shots
of her bending over, getting in the ring etc. Sasha’s mouth was wide open. She
was mortified. “This is the most embarrassing day of my life,” she said.
“Well, there is only one place for you Sasha with all of
your gas passing. I think you need a seat on the Giant Flush. That is the only throne
for a queen of farts like yourself.” She reluctantly followed him over to the
now revealed Giant Flush. She took her seat on the small toilet, situating her
sexy legs on it. She looked up at the giant toilet bowl above her head. She
took a deep breath. “Well Sasha, I bet all of your colleagues will be very
happy to see this. They have to endure the stench of your smelly farts on a
daily basis. They would agree that you have this coming.” She shook her head
and laughed.
He pulled down the flusher and the traditional noise started
to come from it. “I think that’s Sasha. I think that she may be ready to let
one go again. She is about to let one rip,” he teased. At that moment, thick
brown gunge poured through the giant toilet bowl and fell all over Sasha. She
screamed as the brown muck fell all over her head and body. It splashed
everywhere. It went all over her hair, stuck to her face and went all over her
lap and onto her legs. She grimaced as the brown gunge continued to flush all
over her. She could not help but laugh in embarrassment.
Mr. G. then spoke to her,” Well what do you have to say for
yourself now miss gassy?,” he said. “Guess what? I just farted,” she joked. “It
sure looks and smells like it,” he teased. It could not have been more
embarrassing for Sasha. She would never live down her new moniker. From then on
there were signs and chants at every arena proclaiming that Sasha had gas.
