Suddenly, Snow's Savage Saturday Night partner Kid Kool slams a steel chair against Bjorn's back. Bjorn stands and Kool drops the Finnish motherfucker with his patented KOOL BEANZ!!! Snow speaks--

Snow: Bjorn, you're DAMN sure persistent, I'm gonna haffta go 'head an' give ya that one. Are ya championship material? Maybe, but this here belt's stickin' where it belongs, right around THIS HERE WAIST!!! XD I dunno what'cha wanna do with the Federweight title but TRUST, it's a hard strap tah maintain. Easy tah pick up, damn hard to keep.

Snow: You smell like old meat and bull penis, you Finnish Choad Blower!! I've been called every name in the book, but at least I don't smell like an old cunt-ry donkey dung ditch!!! You're gonna haffta clean up that ugly ass face ah yerz if you wanna be a REAL wrassler, cuz a prestigious fed like XWF won't put up with that turd and b.o. mixture of monkey molasses. An' as far as wreckin' ass? Kid.... ol' steely, please!!!!

Kid Kool hands Snow her trademark spiked steel dildo. She swings it around a bit like a pair of nunchukahs before--


"YOOOWWWW!!!"


Bjorn feels the pain surge up his rectum, as KK and Snow laugh out loud in the night.