TK kicks out in the nick of time. After being accosted by Hotdog's dick TK stands up. His opinion of the Xtreme Championship is still the same. He shakes his head from left to right, looking at the smelly swine.

If you were a goddamn dog I'd send you to Kerrien Overton's locker room.

TK kicks the prize-winning pig in the ass and watches it scurry away with a wounded butt. TK cracks his neck.

Five more matches to go.

Charlie walks into the frame. TK looks irritated, just as Charlie likes to see him.

You know, Tee-Kaye, you really should give her a name.

This?

TK holds up his Xtreme Championship.

Yeah. How about Echo, that's a pretty progressive name. Very non-binary.

Non-binary, what? I'm not naming the Championship. It already has a name, Xtreme Championship. That's it's name.

Why not? You treat her right, she'll treat you right, Isn't that right, Goldie.

Charlie brings Goldie in for several creepy smooches, slipping the tongue every once in a while. TK looks on disgusted.

That's exactly fucking why I won't.

Bobby walks into the conversation.

What did I miss?

TK points over to Charlie, whos still tongue kissing Goldie.

That.

Bobby shrugs knowing that's just a normal occurrence.

So, are we just hanging out here or what?

Let's just go.

Bobby and TK walk out of frame for about five seconds before Charlie even notices them leaving.

Hey! Wait for me!