Hawg is frightened and confused by this sudden turn of events.
Somehow the slippery hellcat had escaped the certain doom of the Hawghammer and all because he didn't know the proper number of a guy that has never seen the field.
In a flash, he realizes that this mistake might end up to his benefit as the queen of the trollies latches onto his turgid manhood so hard that his Tom Brady tattoo actually squinted.
Hawg steeled himself for the sure pleasure bound to follow, but to his shock and amazement, the mud-slathered, writhing hash-mark harpie had snuck out her patented "inverted heat-seeking missle manuever" and soon a giant sucking sound was heard throughout Gillette Stadium as she lifted his entire body out of the scented muck by his now throbbing (literally) codpiece with a loud "SCHLUURRRRRRPPPP".
Soon, she had her former cyberspace buddie whirling like a lasso over her head as the vortex created by his spinning body started drawing up chunks of mud in a dark brown version of a waterspout which spiraled above his spinning body as he orbited the squared circle.
From Hawg's perspective, he could see the pops of flashbulbs dance like fireflies in his field of vision as with each rotation he could feel the respect of the Planet membership growing fainter and fainter.
His mind flashed back to a hot summer day at Paragon Park, where his stomach had rebelled at a similar treatment on the Tilt-a-Whirl after eating a nasty candy apple and he feared that he might not survive another dozen seconds of this fiendish centrifuge.
Fortunately, just before his dizziness turned into technicolor, the now-whooping wonder-woman released her firm grasp and she sent him spinning through space and headed in the general direction of the 10th row.
Before Hawg could make his crash-landing in the top dollar seats, however, his momentum was stopped hard by an unexpected force.
His frisbee-like revolutions had been intercepted by a mysterious 3rd person who had jumped to the ring apron at the last second.
Hawg's wildly reeling brain spun like a top, but as it began to slow his field of vision cleared just long to make out the facial features of his interceptor.
That person was none other than.........
DCHESTER!!!!!!!!