Flo Feder -- Sid's beautiful yet equally short tempered wife -- looks ready to blow a gasket as she stares a hole through her husband. Everyone in the area backs away and watches-

:3 x Better: What, babe?

Flo runs up and smacks Sid in the back of the head, messing up his already frazzled psycho hair.

Flo: What the fuck! Why does your dad think YOU know that hooker over there?? Hmmmm?

Flo gets ready to wallop Sid good.

:3 x Better: Uh, I, well don't listen to him; he's an idiot! That lady isn't even a hooker.. she's just some crack whore that hangs around here trying to do favors for people in exchange for drugs.

Flo: And how do you know THAT, mister? I had a feeling you returning to this dump was a bad idea.

:3 x Better: But I'm telling you, babe -- everybody here knows that lady is just some drugged up crack whore. It's impossible not to know. It doesn't mean we do business with her though; jesus fucking christ, Flo.

Flo: Oh yea? Well let's ask them! Hey you people of the XWF -- is that ugly ass bitch just some random crack whore who stalks the locker rooms and wrestlers, taking dicks in the ass and down the throat for dollars and cents?

Flo Feder taps her foot anxiously with her arms crosses and a killer glare on her husband, the European Champion.