And now, the moment we've all been waiting for! The challenger... Daddy Disaster!
"Boo..." Mater mumbled in his sleep, repeating this sound between snores. Holly was startled by this, before she said "Mater?"
And now, here comes the buck-toothed Champion Of The World. The Wrassler of Disaster... The Tormentor!
"Yeah!" Mater grumbled, before Holly nudged him, saying "Mater? Mater, darling. Wake up."
"Huh? Come on, I'll give you some... oh, hey Holly." Mater said as he jolted awake. "Aw, dad gum, was I dreamin' again?"
"I think so, dear. What are you booing anyway in your dream?"
"Aw, shoo, that's some friend of mine from my Monster Truck Wresslin' days. He was called Daddy Disaster. King of pain and stuff."
"Really, Mater. You, a professional wrestler?"
"Sure. Just ask McQueen. Me and him was a tag team."
"Alright then. What happened between you and this... Daddy Disaster, fellow?"
"Oh, I won. I always did. I was World Champion, the Tormentor!"
"Of course you were, darling. Of course you were." Holly said as she moved against him, closing her eyes and going back to sleep.
Galloway Bay, St George's Channel
In a darkened facility, a large-wheeled truck rammed against several walls, shattering every single one to pieces. The truck groaned in pride, before turning to the wall to see a photograph. The defaced picture was that of a blue tow truck, with large tyress attached to it.
"I'm coming for you, Tormentor. You better be ready for me, old rusty chum! Cause you'll soon be grovelling at me tyres! Ah ha ha ha!"