"Ugggggggggghhhgggggnngggghh!!!!!!!"

Calypso kicks out!!!!

"Uhhghghghghghghhhh!!!"

He scrambles away from Snow and hides behind one of the booths that sell cotton candy. Snow follows him but stops in her tracks when a purple sock emerges from behind the counter!

"HALT!"

The sock shouts in an old English accent.

"WHO GOES THERE?!"

The sock looks back and forth then faces Snow who stands dumbfounded.

"If it isn't another half-witted, Southern deep fried---- What's that? Trump-supporting twat licker??"

The sock laughs.

"You're about as backward-ass as a donkey with autism. Do YOU even know what the hell you were saying there? Do you even know where you are?!"


The sock grabs an iPhone that hopped up to the counter from behind it. A video is already loaded up on the screen and we watch.

(11-17-2016, 04:13 PM)Snow Said: Snow is still at the fair after whatever decision she walked away with regarding her Xtreme Title run-in. She walks toward a test your might set-up.

"Well gat dam, we got a lil ol' mallet and bell fer me to try my hand at a time or two! Don't mind if I do."

Snow plunks down the right amount of cash, but before she can take a crack at it someone walks up from behind and places a hand on her shoulder...

|tbc by YOU! XD |

The sock spits out the phone and makes a "PITOOEY!" sound with it.

"It doesn't appear like you do! It's obvious we're at some kind of carnival, but I really hate to disappoint you my little cornbread muffin, but this here be the Federweight Championship, not the Xtreme you pixie cunt."

"Regardless, it's all part of your little agenda, right? To scarf up all of the gold? Bitch, there isn't a title here that you're even close to competing for. You're fucking with a FOUR GODDAMN time Federweight Champ and just like you're mudhole digging asshole idol Stone Cold, you're going to see first hand that Calypso ain't no one to be trifle with."

"There is ONE thing that stuck out though, Snowflake. The bad taste thing. The Calypso-legacy is built from the awesome tastes in fashion, furniture, and automobiles, so get you're shit straight. It's obvious you need to look a little closer at yourself. If anyone has bad taste...."

"It looks like you have a couple of problems of your own. I have a simple one you can solve. Who the hell took a giant shit on your head? It's disgusting. Do us a favor, Trash Can, head back your you're trailer park... Fight the urge to stop at your meth dealer's house and go the fuck home. Rethink a few things a little bit. Find your true meaning in life. Maybe you could be a hair stylist? I know a lot of lezbo hair bitches. The best one's are the male ones, but hey, I'm sure if you leave the make-up off for a day no would be the wiser. Ugly."


The sock disappears behind the counter and Snow approaches it. Calypso pops out from behind and slaps her face and hits her with the CLAP!!! He then jumps onto the counter and elbow drops from three feet in the air! Baw Gawd! Calypso immediately gains his feet, jumps back into the booth, and reaches into the large vat of cotton candy. He pulls a couple of arm fulls out and wraps Snow up inside the web of candy like a creepy spider.