Backstage, in the Bastards locker room following the show, we see Bobby Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles, both stained deep red from wading in a lake of sangria. They have shit eating grins, the each of them, obviously full of themselves and drink.

Brother Cah-Knuckles, you Thunder Knucklehead of a buddy and best friend, tonight we *hic* proved to the wrestling industry why we're the best tag *hic*...

Damn it, I have hiccups.

Bobby giggles then hiccups again. He begins to hold his breath.

We kicked the shit out of those pretenders. One team eliminated from the XWF, how many more do we need to destroy?

Bobby exhales sharply.

Who cares we're goin' to! I mean *hic*...

DAMN I HATE HICCUPS LET'S BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF *hic* THEM!

Bobby starts to giggle insatiably.

Every other team in this company is a hiccup!

Yeah they are!

Drunk as skunks, the besotted Bastards exchange a seamless no-look fistbump.

Is the pizza here yet? I called Domino's and told them to bring us a *hic* pizza in the woods.

I'm going to beat that pizza's ass!