Emboldened by his title win, Taco trundles into the X-Treme Hallway and heavily flops onto his side with a groan... right on top of Jackson Hart!



NNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.... onk.




He then begins to snore. Meanwhile, Finn Kuhn happens by and sees a chance to practice his referee counting!







(1)



(2)

THR...

But wait. Finn pauses, right before he slaps the floor for the third time, as he looks at both Jackson and Taco.

"Why the hell am I counting this?" he asked, flabbergasted. "WHY THE HELL IS A FUCKING PIG GOING FOR THE PIN!"

Shaking his head, Finn got up and walked down the halls, soon coming into contact with head referee Chaz Bobo.

"CHAZ!" Finn shouted, pointing at the pinning predicament. "Count the pin if you know what's good for you!"

Looking frightened, the referee darted over and began the count.

1!

2!

"Did... did the pig just...?" Finn put his hands to his temples, trying to steady himself as he looks shaken by the events transpired. "What the fuck..."

"I think I need to lie down..."

Hoooo-leeee fuck.....

Shut it down. Shut it all down.

#MissMeYet?

I'd make some sort of ruling on this but every time I come in I just can't stop watching the pig's mesmerizing dance

I don't know what to do here. I think it's hilarious though.

Onk.

"#Taco4XtremeChampion #Justice4Pigs"