"Did anyone here Stone Cold turn down Calypso's offer? I didn't! FUCK YEAH!"

Calypso goes to high-five the Texas Rattlesnake, but misses and accidentally falls into a hug! Stone Cold shoves Calypso into a large shelf stacked high with full, open paint cans! Only one falls and cracks Austin in the head rendering him unconscious as the bright purple paint pours all over him!

"NOW WE MATCH!"

Calypso begins jumping for absolute joy!

"Leave it to Stone Cold Steve Austin to take a compliment and turn it into a giant joke. Gay Steve-O? Really? Now don't hurry and become the Texas Homophobic Stereo-type that you are or anything. Christ. Me gay? You're the one that's built a Goddamn dynasty doing ditch work in people's assholes. What? WHAT?! Can you hear me? Is this thing on?"

"You have more recycled garbage coming out of your mouth than a plastic bottled water company. Burn. You think this is the ol' WWE where you prance your drunk ass to the ring, hold up a few middle fingers, spill beer everywhere, stunner a few people, and walk away a champ?! There's like fifty people like you around here and it just doesn't work like that. Why don't you pump it up a few strokes and tell me to SUCK YOUR DICK while you're at it."

"Don't do that. Not like I would anyway. You've already been sued how many times already? Eh. Yeah. Let's stay away from that. Tell ya what. Just hope back up in your pick up truck with your Trump sticker on the bumper, drive your ass back to the Rattlesnake Ranch, have yourself a couple of those shitty Steve-weisers, go hunt some coyotes, and get fucked. You stupid redneck."

"By the way, I added you to FB. Poke."


Calypso feels faint from all the excitement and passes out on top of Austin for the pin.