Kris Von Bonn turns the corner of the XWF locker room, his championship belt in tow, whe-

WHAM! Hammer to the face! Von Bonn’s nose is bleeding immediately! He falls prone!

”Kinda sucks when someone ELSE is holding the hammer, huh, Kris?”

Who could be holding the hammer but Mark Flynn!

”That belt would be mine if you'd kept your stupid, handsome face outta my business. But, I’m about to rectify that mistake.”

Flynn hooks the leg, hammer still in hand.

The XWF official, for some reason wearing a giant hammer costume, counts!

1!

2!

"Kick Out,"

Kris The Hammer Von Bonn kicks out of Mark Flynn's cover attempt, and grabbed his own hammer from his pocket, and hit Mark Flynn on the side of his head, knocking him into lala land.

Kris gets up and looks down at Mark.


"How did you end up rectifying your situation? That's right you didn't,"

Kris walks away, laughing.

Bobby looks up from the spot on the floor he's still just laying on.

Finally, he's leaving, maybe now I can get a nap in.

Bourbon then sees Mark Flynn on the ground.

Oh, I thought you were Charlie for a minute!

Bobby rolls along the floor until he is beside Flynn, both laying on their back, their heads a foot apart but their feet pointed in the opposite direction.

Ever think those weird Fleshlights that can give blowjobs are just Roombas that dropped out of high school and got into drugs? I kinda want one now, if someone tells me to go fuck myself I can tell them I have an app for that.

Hiding around the corner, Hotdog sees the hammer of The Hammer and once more gets excited. All Bobby's talk of Roombas giving blowies doesn't help matters.

Suddenly, Hotdog hears that mysterious disembodied voice once again! He also sks that everyone disregard the fact that it sounds eerily like Theo Pryce.


Under his hot, steamy, pus-drenched breath, Hotdog swears that power will be his.

One day.

And maybe the X-Treme Title too, but that's kind of secondary at this point.

Me gorilla. Me see Hotdog, is friend.

Gorilla stoicly stands.

"Oink oink oink oink ooiink ooiinnkk..."

41 Squirrels rush in, reporting for duty.

Bobby slowly blinks at all the recent arrivals, then looks back at the still very unconscious Mark Flynn.

Look, all the animals came to see you, you're a Disney Princess!

41 Squirrels drag a blanket and drape it over Mark Flynn, tucking him in.

Me gorilla. Me have pillow. Convenient pillow. Me put under Mark Flynn head.

You have a good sleep, and when you wake up you can go fight M.C. Hammer again.

Hotdog begins to sing.

"Oink ooiink oink, oin'k oink oink oink
Ooin'k ooink oink oink oink oooiiinnnkk..."

Me gorilla. Flynn gone. Bobby gone.

All humans gone.

Wild kingdom come.