Bilbo's scooter rams down the door of Thunder Knuckles' bathroom, where TK is sitting on the john trying to drop a grumpy like Amber Heard did on Edward Scissorhands' bed.

Bilbo steamrolls him and knocks the throne right off of its moorings, and TK and the toilet fall over to the side with a little geyser of water spraying up from the broken pipes. Bilbo keeps rolling until his extremely heavy mobility scooter is right on top of Thunder Knuckles, whose pants are still around his ankles.

"Hey dipshit. Did you know everyone in the XWF thinks you suck and might be a pedophile? Yeah. I don't know where the rumor started or where everyone got all those photos of you with that kid from The Goldbergs, but that's what everyone is saying. That's why no one even bothers trying to get the belt. They don't want to touch a pedophile. ALLEGED pedophile. Luckily for you I've been touching pedophiles since I was a kid so I'm here now to take your title. Why don't you just hand it over and go to OCW full time since they like pedophiles? They suck, you suck, it's a match made in heaven. Plus I'll get this belt back and people will respect it again. That's right, I get more respect than you. Look at me. I'm a survived abortion with eleven toes and a colostomy bag and I'm the one who gets respect. You got some pee puddling up by your face there, TK."

Bilbo points at the tile floor which has a big pond of wetness spreading out across it. Could be from the tank, but it could be from the bowl. No way to be sure.

"Anyway. Like I said, no one likes you except Bobby and Charlie and oh MAN is that something to really brag about? Even Graves pretends not to know you. GRAVES. If I were you I'd probably just stick my head down into that toilet bowl and inhale as much poopoo water as I could fill my lungs with, then pass over into the great beyond. We could change you name to the past tense. Thunder Knuckled. That's a nice gesture, right? Nicer than most pedos get. Are you Catholic?"

Bilbo blows a snot rocket onto TK and then presses a button on a universal remote that he apparently had in his pants the whole time. It looks sticky.

He presses the button and the robot referee called MARTY rolls into the room behind Bilbo. It looks the same as before but now has a big gold chain around its neck with a diamond encrusted dick and balls handing from the chain.

MARTY starts the count.


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