Shorty got low.

YES! That was the driver from the van, he was absolutely certain. Who the hell was this guy and what did he have against his client he wondered?

As the crowd continued to bounce with the pulse it seemingly pushed the bride towards the side... closer to the driver of the van. As the photographer looked through his camera he noticed that the man seemed to be flanked by two much larger men in the suit... maybe private security her thought. As Flor'rida neared the course the man stood up and he and the two others approached the unsuspecting bride. Watching through his lens he thought he spied the man pull out a stun gun.

As the main beat drops the crowd starts to pulse just as she spins around she comes face to face with the middle-eastern man who plants the stun gun right under her left breast she looks down, just enough time to realize what it is. She looks back up to the man in fear behind her sunglasses. "Shorty got lo lo lo low" the chorus drops and the beat picks up. The bass hitting hard no one can hear the bride scream as her hands fly up into the air as the volts quickly course through her huge tits. She leaps uncontrollably falling right into the arms of the two heavy-set gentlemen who like artists seamlessly grab each of her arms pulling her in between them, their massive frames eclipsing her **** body shielding her from the eyes of any of her potential guests. Clearly, these guys are professionals and practiced this maneuver numerous unsuspecting victims which they acquired. Before the photographer even realizes it, the three are hastily making their way towards the service entrance. No one even realizes the dire situation which has befallen their beloved host.