Sasha Banks: Sasha’s got gas

 

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.