Nashi stood alone in the gorilla tonight doing some last-minute stretches before her big match tonight. Tonight Nashi would be without the company of her mentor Wicke Sykes, but Nashi didn't mind that all too much. While she and Wicke did form a bond over the previous months, Nashi still did some indie matches without her, so she was used to it by this point. What did make Nashi annoyed was that management refused to tell her about her opponent only telling her it would be a man this time around and it would be a no disqualifications match meaning anything was allowed. "I swear if this guy tries to pull down his pants he'll have another thing coming.' Nashi muttered to herself as she finished up her stretches trying to get herself in the zone for tonight as her music began to play signaling it was her time to go out there. "Alright! Let's go!" Nashi said to herself after smacking her cheeks to help hype herself up as now it didn't matter who her opponent was Nashi was going to go out there and see it was going to be!
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As her music began to play Nashi came bursting out from the curtains and onto the top entrance ramp with bright smile on her as when she was announced Nashi would stop at the center of the top of the entrance ramp and do a little spin before spreading her legs out and putting her right hand on her hip and raising her left arm before spreading her fingers out to hit her new signature pose all before pyrotechnics went off right in front of her! Nashi hadn't even begun to walk down the ramp and already got a standing ovation by the crowd bringing a proud smile to the face. From there Nashi would strut down confidently giving high fives to some fans and even hitting a twirl much to their approval. Now in front of the ring Nashi remove her jacket handing it off to a ring hand before stepping up the steel steps and put one leg over the middle rope and began to slide through it slowly to give the crowd a good view of her rear end before making to the other side. To end her routine Nashi would do a light jog about the ring smiling and waving to everyone before stopping at her corner. "ALRIGHTLY THEN COME ON OUT AND SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!" Nashi shouted with determination in her voice as she brushed her hair before draping her arms along the top ropes as she had her eyes dead set on the entrance ramp to see who her mysterious opponent would be tonight.
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Brad had seen some dumb shit in his time with LAW, but this one might have been the cherry on top.
He stood back by the gorilla position with his arms crossed, watching the monitor as his opponent for the night made her way down to the ring. Pink hair, big smile, a little spin at the top of the ramp, pyro going off like she was headlining the Tokyo Dome. She strutted, she twirled, she slapped hands with every sweaty nerd in the front row. And then, for the grand finale, she slid through the ropes nice and slow, making damn sure the cameras got a good look at her ass on the way in.
Brad didn’t even bother hiding the eye roll. Jesus Christ.
Nashi Dragneel. He’d done his homework on this one, once the card came down - not a lot of homework, but enough. Pop idol. Sold a bunch of records with her little girl group, did a bunch of magazine shoots, had a whole bunch of awards on a shelf somewhere. Then she decided she wanted to be a wrestler, and LAW rolled out the red carpet for her before she’d ever taken a bump. Didn’t take a genius to figure out why. Her daddy was some big-time wrestler back in the day, a real name, the kind of guy who probably sold out buildings and bled for it.
And that was the part that really stuck in Brad’s craw.
He knew what it was like, growing up with a name to live up to. Three generations of Bad Brads, his granddad and his dad before him, and every single one of them had busted their asses to earn it. Blood, sweat, broken bones, long drives between towns and shitty motels in the middle of nowhere. That was what a legacy meant. You honored it. You didn’t take your old man’s name and run it through this sex circus for clicks.
And from what he’d read, that was exactly what she’d been doing. Losing to damn near everyone, getting her ass handed to her in hentai matches, getting fired and handed off to some veteran like a used car. Now she was back, all smiles and pyro, like none of it ever happened.
At least management had thrown him one bone tonight. No disqualifications. Anything goes. No dumb sex rules, no fucking around, just a real fight - the kind his granddad would’ve recognized. That, he could work with.
”Hey.” He snapped his fingers at one of the stagehands, a skinny kid who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. ”Gimme one of them chairs.”
The kid blinked. Looked at the steel chair. Looked back at Brad. Then wisely decided not to ask questions, folding it up and handing it over just as the lights dropped and his
came roaring over the speakers, guitars grinding through the arena.
”This is my war
This is my war…”
The crowd’s reaction was about what he expected - a big, healthy wave of boos the moment he stepped through the curtain. Made sense. Their little sweetheart was in the ring, and here came the big bad wolf to ruin the party. Brad didn’t play to them. Didn’t slap hands, didn’t do any spins. He just walked, slow and heavy, three hundred and thirty pounds of South Carolina stomping its way down the ramp with a steel chair dangling from one hand, letting it scrape along the edge of the ramp every few steps, just so she could hear it coming.
Nashi had told him to come out and show her what he had. Well, here it was.
He took his time getting there, staring holes through her the whole way down. She was smaller up close than she looked on TV - most of them were - and he could have sworn he caught a flicker in that big, bright smile once she got a real look at the size of him. Couldn’t blame her. People usually reacted that way.
Brad tossed the chair up onto the apron, climbed the steps, and stepped clean over the top rope instead of bothering with the middle. He picked the chair back up, carried it over to his corner, and propped it up against the turnbuckle, folded and ready. Then he gave it a little pat, like a good dog.
”Don’t mind that. Just in case.”
The referee started over, opening his mouth like he was about to say something about it. Brad gave him a look. The ref remembered that this was No DQ and shut his mouth again, which was the smartest thing anyone had done all night.
Then Brad turned his attention to the main event. He strolled across the ring, right up into her space, until he was standing over her and she had to crane her neck to keep eye contact. He kept his hands down at his sides - he wasn’t about to start the fight before the bell. He didn’t need to. He just let his shadow fall over her and let her feel how much bigger he was.
”So you’re the idol, huh?” His voice was a low Southern drawl, sour as old milk. ”Saw your little entrance. The spins, the fireworks, the whole bit where you showed the whole world your ass on the way in. Real cute. Real professional.”
He snorted and shook his head.
”And before you get any ideas - relax. I ain’t here for any of that hentai bullshit. Wouldn’t touch it with a ten-foot pole. Tonight, it’s just wrestling. Real wrestling. The kind your daddy used to do, before you went and turned the family name into a fuckin’ punchline.” He leaned down, just a bit, until they were nearly nose-to-nose. ”I’m gonna give you the one thing nobody else in this place has had the balls to give you, sweetheart. An honest ass-whooping. And when it’s over, you can go back to singing.”
Brad straightened up, cracked his neck from one side to the other, and backed off toward the center of the ring, never taking his eyes off her. He spread his arms wide, wide open, giving her a free look at all six-foot-six of him.
”Go on, then. Bell’s about to ring. Show me what you got.” Let's go!
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Nashi didn't know what to except from her opponent here tonight. For all she knew it could've been a poor jobber they decided to throw at her in a no DQ match, or some bulking heavyweight, but either way Nashi stood in her corner brimming with confidence glued on her face and body posture as she began to hear the first few lyrics of her opponent's theme. "Alright mystery man, show me who you ar..." Nashi's muttering came to an abrupt stop as her body froze upon seeing her opponent step out from behind the curtain and onto the scene. 'Did... Did.... they.. just say... 331 POUNDS!?" Nashi muttered shaken with fear as legs began to turn to jelly upon witnessing her opponents built with her legs sliding out from the shock making Nashi fall on her butt on the ring canvas. "I'm so dead..." She wept as Brad was easily without question the opponent who weighed the most out of anyone, she's ever fought, it look like all it would take is one hand from him to cover her face and suffocate her until she was unconsciousness or even dead! She only heard about Brad in passing but was told if ever face to face with this man... then run like your life depended on it, and he was the one she has to fight in a No DQ match!? She had to be dreaming there was no way this was reality. The Idol pinched herself, but nothing came of it as when she opened her eyes... there he was standing only a few feet away from her as now it would be certain the bell would ring any second now.
Nashi pushed herself up to her feet scared for her life fearing Brad would jump her but thankfully he didn't as fully rose back up to her feet dusting herself off as the beast of a man began to speak. "Wait what was that?" Nashi turned her head upon hearing Brad's insults about her ruining her family name."I'll have you know Brad I worked my ass off to get back into LAW and I'm not going to take these insults lying do-....." Nashi's comeback to what Brad said was then stopped as she heard those final words Brad said to her. " An honest ass-whooping. And when it’s over, you can go back to singing.” Instantly Nashi's mouth dropped wide with fear as her whole body began to shudder from the giant's threats, the Idol could tell he meant what he said bringing Nashi back to a state of frozen fear not responding to even his tiny gesture of wanting to see what she can do.
It was only when the bell rung Nashi snapped out of her dazed state shaking her head left and right and still Brad was there ready to tear her limb from limb."Okay I don't have much time, I got to keep away from this guy." Nashi said to herself as she grabbed a hold of the ropes and exist onto the other side jumping to the outside of the ring. There was no way in Hell Nashi would even think about taking Brad on in a test of strength so instead she had to try and play keep away for as long as she could to try lower Brad's stamina from chasing her. It was a gamble to be sure but one Nashi was willing to risk this entire match on.
