WHOS READY FOR ROUND THREE? I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
There right before his eyes was the beautiful Pasadena o' possum. She was in a tight white t-shirt that stopped right before her belly button. And super tight jeans that show offed every single curve she had. Holy shit. Crash thinks to himself. He starts to make his way to her just as pretty rave girl by s3rl starts to play. He stops himself to grab a collar that allows him to speak even more fluently and puts it around his neck. When he finally gets to her he tells her hey. " No way!" she exclaims. " Is it really you crash?" He was about to say yes but the man she was grinding on steps in. " Who the hell are you?" he says to crash in a threatening tone. " What's it to you?" Crash snaps back. She grabbed the guys arm and told him to stop he pushed her to the ground and crash punched him in the face. The man was out cold.