A loud, horrendous screech puckers your butthole. The ground quakes like the wrinkles in yo mama's ass cheeks as walking through the 24/7 Corridor is none other than the Crown Prince of Pork(ing your significant other); the Grand Fucking Poo-Boar; the biggest fucking hog in town (you know exactly what I fucking mean) who can make the one priest in the Catholic Church who doesn't diddle kids decide to up the ante on the fucked up front and spread those fucking ham hocks - it's Hotdog!

Oh, and he has the FXW Universal Consolation Prize. 'Cause he's the fucking champion of that Universe.






No idea what the fuck that was. On with the show!

"Oink oink oink oink Oink oink oink oink? Oink ooiinnk Oink oink oink oink oink ooink! Oink oink, oink oin'k ooiink. Ooink oink oink oink oink Oink Oink oink? Oink ooink oink oink ooiinnk oink oink!"



Down the corridor, a glimmer of silver catches his eye, and his swine dick gets harder than Thaddeus Duke trying to pretend to be a nice guy. Alongside the shiny X-Treme Championship, he sees someone bending down and facing the other direction. Presumably to try and suck their tiny fucking pecker.

"Oink oink ooiinnk oink! Oink... oink oink oink oink oink oink, oink oink oink oink oink oink ooink ooink! Oink oink oink ooink ooiink ooiinnk oink oink ooiink oink oink oink! Ooin'k oink oink ooiink oink Oink oink oink oink!"



"The fuck?" Thunder Knuckles says, as he turns around to see the mammoth beast.


"Oink oink oink oink ooiink, ooink! Oink oink oink ooi'nk ooiink oink oink oink oink ooiinnk oink! Oink oink oink!"



Hotdog charges. And immediately trips over his erect cock, tumbles into TK, and whacks him in the face with his pork sword. It's enough to knock a motherfucker out, which it does, and from whatever voyeuristic hidey hole they were beating off in, a ref appears. One blade of Hotdog's really long asshole hair - wait, I think that's called a tail - is covering TK's shoulder!

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