Under the moon's cool light, a vague sense of dread drifts over the sleepy XWF-land.

Thunder cracks overhead. Which is super bizarre because it's not even raining or anything.

Corey Black sits around haplessly being mid. A lone bat flits by his head. He probably gets a hard-on or something from the ambience, but one can't say for sure, so let's just say allegedly his dick is hard.

Why is that relevant?

Because the hottest hog in the land has never seen a hard on that he hasn't wanted to wage war on.

The massive meat beast Hotdog approaches Corey with his man ham drawn.

Corey just looks disgusted and definitely doesn't pull his dick out for a sword fight. Maybe he isn't hard after all.

But Hotdog still wants a war.

The interdimensional warthog lets his pork sword hit the floor, and it causes a minor earthquake. A tsunami warning goes out to nearby islands, while a nearby shelving unit falls atop Corey Black.

Hotdog takes the opportunity to take a bit of a sleepy sleep on top of him, and a referee who stumbles upon the scene makes the count.