The boot across the throat comes with my hand raised in victory Big Dan, as Calypso'll use it to ascend to even higher heights than ever before seen in the Fetta-weight Div. How do you ascend to a higher status than SIX-Time mudder-f'n champ?! Well, you'll just have to sit back with some Quinoi and saracha sauce and FIND OUT!

Are you surprised? You shouldn't be. You should know that Calypso is not JUST a cartography expert of the female body, but as well as in the kitchens and supermarkets ACROSS THE WORLD mah nig! And I make a mean, and I mean catastrophic, 4-cheese Quinoi casserole. I am culturally diverse. I am internationally accepted. And just like you said, the XWF can't keep Calypso out of their mouth! And this stretches further than any truck route you took while "serving" in the South Pacific falling in love with some furry, love-you-long-time local.

Now, Calypso knows that Juni the Jap isn't just your typical green-card pupu splatter. I've seen her work, in and out of the Featherweight division and while I can't say that I'm actually IMPRESSED, I mean fuck, don't all slant-eyes pop out of the womb knowing SOME form of Martial Arts? I CAN say that Calypso made sure he grabbed his purple belt from his trophy room before showing up here. So, just like any 5-star chef, the 6-star Fetta-Champ believes this is all about preparation. And prepared is how this Ninja chef was bornt.

Calypso unsheaths his katana blade and swings it around aimlessly managing to kickout during his flailing! The blade shimmers and sings just as it did from inside the glass casing in the mall kiosk he had bought it from.