The lively sounds of Enterprise Arena come to life to find our next combatant marching his way to wrestle the match of his life. Despite wanting to stop and admire all these Ivan Stanislov posters he has business to take care of. Unfortunately, this is when Crash disregards the partition for catering and the stage and trips. He lands face first into Violent Purple… and her awesome boobs.
CRASH: Oh… shoot?
He says in a voice that’s pretty unconvincing that he sees this as a problem whatsoever. VP shoves the dweeb off her like yesterday’s gym fungus and steps on his chest.
CRASH: Hit me. Pleeeease.
VP: Yo, first thing, eyes up here.
The red haired woman grabs Crash’s chin and forces his attention up to her eyes.
VP: Second, no. The only reason I laid a finger on you was to secure my own investment in this company. Max beating you means my investment got a little more diverse.
CRASH: If you think about it, you beat me.
Crash jumps to his feet when Purple falls into a more relaxed stance. He brushes himself off, turning back to the stage dude who is like “YO BRO! WE GOTTA GO!” with a “GIMME A SECOND, BRO!” and then turns back to Violent Purple.
CRASH: Wanna go and… do it again?
She tilts her head to the side surprised at the brazenness of Crash. She almost seems to indulge him before she shakes her head.
VP: Hard pass. Maybe snag me a win out there tonight, Wreck, and we’ll talk.
VP shoves Crash way far away, but not (weirdly enough) too violently. He lands in the line for the entrance ramp. Security starts rushing him into line like a Pez in the dispenser. He looks back at Miss Purple Dreams. She offers him a wink and the faintest shadow of what might be a good luck kiss sending Crash into battle with a little pep in his step.
We then cut back to ringside for our next match.