Aaaah...time to relax...and NOT fight (Phe'a VS The Mad Max)

"Ah weh she gone!? De gyal gon an' lef arreddy!?"

The patio' was strong with this big mountain of flesh. He swings his rms violently, hitting over baby pictures, cups of O.J. and other misc things that neither of us knew was even there until now " title="Laughing" />
Frankly, this guy was mad. Phe owes him money, and now he comes here finding that the broad left....prolly with his money.

"Me a' kill da gyal, se'en!? SE'EN!?". Yeah, he was mad. But a few minutes into his tantrum, his rage simmered and cooled down. Now, instead of mad, the big guy just looked confused; there was a guy tied to a bed.......HIS bed.

"A wha happen to mi room!?"

THE END xoxoxo

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So, after a grueling....30 second match on the grass, Phe took Max to her room, where they would play more raunchy games in private. However, the sudden intrusion of SKEEBO MEEMBO, probably the oldest and bigges male contender in AFW, forced Phe to leap out the window in fear and leaving Max, still tied to her bed, all alone with the beast!
What a bitch, right?