Calypso has just defeated Stone Cold for the Federweight title and is now walking alongside the carnies at the local county fair. He stops at that stupid game where you try to throw a little ball into tiny boats floating in a kiddie pool. Stupid. SUDDENLY, one of the aforementioned balls is tossed at the back of Cally's head, knocking him out cold. Somehow. Snow looms above.

"Boy HOWDY, we got ourselves quite a prize don't we? The man who #wrekt the BEST damn redneck wrestler this side of Billy Bob Orton. Austin's a hero ah mine, and I DAMN sure ain't talkin' Fernado. Trust. Us 'necks got an unwritten code. Don't take no shit from no man that thinks he'sbetter than you cuz when push comes tah shove? That same man's gonna wind up showin' his true colors. And boy, yer color's yella. I wanna ask y'all one simple question; what's wrong with a Trump tag? Better than Bush OR Barrack, that's fer DAMN sure. Y'all just got bad taste, that's the problem.

"Call me the problem solver. Snow, at yer service, and I'm on a mission to eradicate anyone who steps within my way of grabbin' up as much gold as gat dam possible. I don't wanna see that front page showin' nobody's face in te title section other than yours truly. Let me clue ya into just who I am, since this is my first time showin' the XWF my face. I'm a bitch. I love bein' a bitch. I love the consequences of bein' a bitch. I like drinkn' beer, and I like kickin' ass. Plus I play a mean saxophone. Oh, and I'm a chick who fucks women cuz most men can't think for themselves without a goddamned boot to the ass and a javelin crammed down their throat. Shit like that usually forces a guy to take his eyes off a girl's ass. And yeah, I like snow. Cuz it's white. Like cum. That's me. Now here's you."

Snow grabs a ten inch long, spiked and bedazzled dildo. She smirks evilly. She shoves the piece deep into Calypso's ear, as he shrieks in pain. He shoves the member away, before stumbling to his feet. He tries to run but Snow catches him before driving him backfirst into the ground with a powerslam to the field. Snow then shoves her forearm into the throat of Cal...

"You're the one who can't think. Why? Cuz I got my arm cuttin' off yer air supply, darlin', try tah keep up. So, here's the answer to your little problem. You have bad taste, right? Might as well rip out your tongue."

Snow rips out his tongue.

"PROBLEM SOLVED, BITCH!!! Hahahahaha! XD Fuck you."

Calypso screams in anguish as Snow goes for the cover and the carnie hops over the counter. The dude pulls off his shirt to reveal a ref tee. One...two...?